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rxgxrs - bt4 كلمات الأغنية

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(rogers)
you’re not worth my time
motherf-cker check my wrist, need shades go blind
so you think you’re the sh-t, quit throwing up signs
all these b-tches on my d-ck, just cause your boy ryhme
so now we on stage and the cash coming through
all these girls nuts like a f-cking cashew
come on boy, get a life, i already p-ssed you
if i was ugly as f-ck then i would want some clout too

now i see where they come from, if i wasn’t me then i would hate me
the chick that you wanted is steady calling me her baby
don’t try cause you ain’t me
y’all stay shooting shots i put the b-tch on safety (bow bow)
running to the bag and you can’t keep up
all the cash, all the cash, motherf-cker sweep up
to catch me at the top boy you better reach up
cause i’m everything you’re not, i see ya

(jaxanax)
toting tech-9’s
told that b-tch to get the head right
got beams like headlights
gripping sticks at redlights
he talking he just a dead guy
told that b-tch go on and sleep tight
you know that i keep that heat tight
get that chicken, know i eat right
countin guap, mix fanta with wok
sell the rock, now the b-tches flock
got the game on lock, pistol pop, shoulder stock
never trust an op
used to look at clocks, now i got ap bustdown on the watch
cook the recipe, i told him rest in peace
the b-tches next to me, it ain’t a flex to me
you can tell it’s jealousy, it’s my destiny
i left a legacy, it ain’t a flex to me
whippin work, came from the dirt
bills blue smurf, my b-tch twerk
i’m catching bodies, this sh-t’s a hobby
tarentino bobby, leave him in the lobby
bout that action, never lackin, we can get it crackin
bout that action, never lackin, we can get it crackin
bout that action, never lackin, we can get it crackin
bout that action, never lackin, we can get it crackin
whippin whitney while i’m sippin on this henny
i got wok up in my kidney, sending shots just like i’m 50
go to war just like 60’s, sending shots b-tch you can’t hit me
came back on the track like, b-tch did you miss me?
keep the heat on me, my waist feel like a sauna
choppa on him, make him sing just like madonna
whippin in the honda, ar give him head trauma
he don’t want this drama little b-tch go check my commas

(rogers)
you’re not worth my time
motherf-cker check my wrist, need shades go blind
so you think you’re the sh-t, quit throwing up signs
all these b-tches on my d-ck, just cause your boy ryhme
so now we on stage and the cash coming through
all these girls nuts like a f-cking cashew
come on boy, get a life, i already p-ssed you
if i was ugly as f-ck then i would want some clout too

- rxgxrs

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