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scy jimm – my son كلمات اغاني

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[intro]
ayy
ayy (ayy, yo, ran, turn that up), ayy, ayy
ayy, big scy sh_t, n_gga, yeah (gang sh_t), finna f_ck ’em up with this one (big dog sh_t)
ayy, watch this, look

[chorus]
free my brother, crackers got him for a robbery (ayy)
i been runnin’ up that sack, i know they proud of me (runnin’ up that sack)
just hit the plug three different times, i know he tired of me (ayy, come back, come back, come back)
this sh_t hit different when you comin’ out of poverty (ayy, yeah_yeah)
y’all was on the swings, i was on the run, yeah (on the run)
y’all was totin’ pencils, we was totin’ guns (we was totin’— bah)
if you ain’t gang, you can’t hang, it ain’t no one_on_one (it ain’t no one_on_one)
jit want to be everything i am, he somethin’ like my son (swear to god)
[verse]
hit your block, we 30 deep (we 30 deep)
stay to myself, can’t trust these n_ggas ’cause they creep (ayy, can’t trust ’em ’cause they creep)
they gon’ f_ck up when that young n_gga on his feet (ayy, ooh, ayy, ooh, yeah)
glock 23 some’ like lebron, we bring that heat (ayy, gloww, glock 23)
tried to wake ’em up ’cause they was sleep (ooh, yeah)
i’m smokin’ russian cream (gas), i ain’t never been to russia (i ain’t never been to russia)
they say, “jimm, you got it bad,” i ain’t never met no usher (unh_uh)
tell your baby daddy come work for us, he ain’t got no hustle (he ain’t got no hustle)
i been gettin’ bucks, tell him catch up, yellow tape, the scene mustard (yellow tape, the— huh)
no, we don’t f_ck with yours (no), bro on time, no, he ain’t slime, he’ll wipe a n_gga nose (gloww, gloww)
i done f_cked up, she done lucked up (ooh, ooh), puttin’ d_ck in her soul (yeah, yeah)
stick got a handle, treat it like a candle, all i got to do is blow (gloww_boww)
green light, we on the go (yeah), dice life, i’m on the road

[chorus]
free my brother, crackers got him for a robbery (ayy)
i been runnin’ up that sack, i know they proud of me (runnin’ up that sack)
just hit the plug three different times, i know he tired of me (ayy, come back, come back, come back)
this sh_t hit different when you comin’ out of poverty (ayy, yeah_yeah)
y’all was on the swings, i was on the run, yeah (on the run)
y’all was totin’ pencils, we was totin’ guns (we was totin’— bah)
if you ain’t gang, you can’t hang, it ain’t no one_on_one (it ain’t no one_on_one)
jit want to be everything i am, he somethin’ like my son (swear to god)

- scy jimm

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