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sinclair, lil tracy – tweakin freestyle كلمات اغاني

[verse 1 : sinclair]
serving keys state to state, cus’ i need dough
you already know a n-gg- used to kick doors
[?] the activist, you already know i poured a 4
if i’m in the [?], you better watch your hoe
i’m in this b-tch getting rich with my clique, though
i’m in this b-tch getting rich with my clique, though
got the 30 on me, yes, that be the clip, though
mr. big bullets, i’ll shoot and i don’t miss, though
big bullets and they looking like missiles
you already know me and my n-gg-s we the sh-t, though
big blue hunnids, nah i don’t bang crip, though
call me steve nash, the way i pipe and i -ssist hoes
never felt love, h-ll nah, i don’t miss hoes
f-ck a bunch of b-tches, h-ll nah, i don’t kiss hoes
n-gg-s talking down to me, the pistol start to rip close
i ain’t wanna do it, but he stay talking sh-t though

[verse 2 : lil tracy]
air forces tied up, boy i run it up
yeah, i’m eating so good i’m finna get a gut
money on the floor, you know that we pick it up
we hit a big lick, you know that we split it up!
why the f-ck this n-gg- looking so weird
pull up, and we hunt his -ss like a deer
b-tches tell me i look good, i don’t need a mirror
xan got me f-cked up, i can’t even steer
i’m with the bros, smoking loud, we can’t even hear
so all the f-ck sh-t you talking, we can’t even hear it
pouring expensive champagne, we don’t sip beer
r.i.p my cousin, [?], i’ma see you there
finna get a big crib with a chandelier
ten toes on the ground, what the f-ck is fear
finna go on tour, see me popping out the lair
popping out the lair, all these lil b-tches staring
all these hoes wanna f-ck, i don’t even care
i need a gothic -ss b-tch, with some blue hair
yeah, hit it from the back, pulling on her hair
i don’t love the b-tch, though, p-ss her -ss to sinclair

-transition to different beat-
[verse 1 : sinclair]
[?] jeans, heard about 20 beans
i [?] the car, skrt skrt, yeah i’m serving fiends
i got a bad b-tch, the fourty, and she hold the bean
ain’t gotta pop, n-gg- bet n-body gon’ scream
headshot, 38, special on my hip
bad b-tch, f-ck her -ss, then she gotta dip
me and my n-gg-s in this b-tch, yeah we getting rich
call us spy kids, the way n-gg-s h-tting licks
better yet, call me chapo, how i move these bricks
moving like rambo when i got the stick
don’t test the gang, everybody with the sh-t
my gang 5150, they’ll whack a b-tch

[verse 2 : lil tracy]
man these n-gg-s so thirsty, they need a water bottle
he want beef, dropped out of school, but we gon’ solve the problem
and that stick leave him wet like he took a shower
got a white lil b-tch and she off the powder
my team balling, we should be on 2k, though
i want the neck, i can’t take you on no date, ho
i’m a d-ckhead, i’m rude, i’m a a-hole
ksubi jeans, gosha shirt, this just play clothes

- sinclair lil tracy

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