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samara cyn - sinner كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
say, don’t f_ck with me
don’t f_ck, uh
don’t f_ck with me, uh
huh
okay, sh_t

[verse 1]
don’t f_ck with me ’less you ready for this problem (‘less you ready for this sh_t, man)
mama always taught me you don’t start those, you solve ’em (you ain’t ready for this sh_t, man)
mink, mink, goblin, finish ’em, they wobblin’
okay, chill, they fallin’, d_mn, cyn, get off her
i’m a prophet, don’t take sh_t, won’t harm sh_t
can’t take the play, don’t you jump in this ball pit
used to work at harbor freight, but now this my office
can you believe they pay me all this money just to talk sh_t?
lil’ b_tch, i’m vibin’, lil’ b_tch, we mobbin’ (yeah)
all in god timin’, well, godd_mn, i’m shinin’
on these records, this ain’t silver, ho, it’s white gold
wait ’til i get them diamonds, it’s gon’ be a chokеhold, ko

[chorus]
i’m a hoochie, i’m a sellout
smell likе sh_t every time it’s me they talk ’bout
i’m a born sinner, better get that gone
eighty_five, burnin’ rubber ’til i get back home, uh
and bitter is the fruit that fell early
slither with these snakes on me, lord, have mercy
hands in this chicken, no church’s
throwin’ up to purge it, lord, forgive me for these urges
[verse 2]
uh, so who the f_ck i look like if i slow up now? (uh)
talkin’ out they neck, but my foot calmed that down (uh)
used to let that slide just to keep folks around
now i keep the scissors in my bag in case they get loud
we pipe that smoke down, uh (yeah), don’t get me rowdy
these hoes can’t rap with me, say that sh_t proudly
bad, bad, mike lowry
servin’ face and seasoned, b_tch, i even brought my lawry’s
they like my lil’ voice, they think that sh_t sweet
they think they gon’ beat this lil’ caramel coochie (please)
well, b_tch, i’m the new_age eve
forbidden gems up my sleeve next to that .380

[chorus]
i’m a hoochie, i’m a sellout
smell like sh_t every time it’s me they talk ’bout
i’m a born sinner, better get that gone
eighty_five, burnin’ rubber ’til i get back home, uh
and bitter is the fruit that fell early
slither with these snakes on me, lord, have mercy
hands in this chicken, no church’s
throwin’ up to purge it, lord, forgive me for these urges (godd_mn)

- samara cyn

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