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skyte - 2x كلمات الأغنية

[verse]
sippin’ that lean better with your b_tch
swear she a fiend, begging for the d_ck
i’m at the peak header of the list
i’m doing me, let them get the jist
i’ll make his cheek meet a n_gga fist
beyblade, i pull that sh_t back and i rip
i like my bread and my lettuce with chips
blue stacking, b_tch, i ain’t banging with crip
no, you can’t stay b_tch, go find you a lyft
don’t try to sneak diss thinking you sl!ck
i grab that heat quick, empty the clip
she on my meat, b_tch, get off my tip
you stuck on hoes i done already hit
currency magnet, that all that i get
drop that façade, boy, you just a b_tch
i got my rod, i ain’t missing sh_t
when i’m in the ring i can’t lose
b_tch, there ain’t no option
they tryna steal my sauce
had to put my kids up for adoption
i don’t even care bout the cost
if i like that sh_t, on god i’m copping
i can get you knocked out quick
we both know i ain’t talking boxing
b_tch, i’m the name of the town
hoe pull my pants down, d_ck slangin’ around
got a big ass clip with your name on the round
tiktok n_ggas want fame on a sound
my plug bless, cop came with a pound
don’t back down, b_tch, claim what you bout
you can be up, we still taking you down
infinity shots means infinity rounds (gang, gang)
[verse 2]
what you wanna do, lil’ n_gga?
get your hoe passed right alley_oop, lil’ n_gga
back then, i was just a rude ass n_gga
fast forward, now it’s times two that n_gga
track meet your b_tch, ran through that n_gga
boy, you can’t shoot where the hoop at, n_gga?
don’t have no relatives f_cking with me
wouldn’t wanna lose that n_gga, yeah
gang, i’m at his neck, b_tton tie (gang)
b_tch, i’m up and you cannot say otherwise (gang)
i put d_ck in her tummy, no b_tterfly (gang)
lyrics heating the room like it’s summertime
man, you kissing and loving all over this b_tch
meanwhile she’s f_cking another guy
man, that’s lowkey g_y
i do not sleep, i’m up all day
don’t try to creep, i’ll up that kay
you can come test if this sh_t is a prop if you wanna
stack up my bread, that’s a everyday comma
how about we fight, i don’t like drama
got your b_tch rolling my marijuana
chop want a meal, call that b_tch jeffery dahmer
send me the beat, on god ima slaughter
she said i’m that n_gga
i’m like, “tell me some sh_t i don’t know!”
finger on that trigger
make a p_ssy n_gga backdown from gunsmoke
said you got them funds n_gga back that up
where the f_ck your funds go?
yeah i might be him
promise you that i’m farthest from the one though
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[outro]
how many times i gotta tell these n_ggas i am not the one?
not the one to play with, not the one to step by
not the one to cross n_gga, all that sh_t
uh, gang
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah!)

- skyte

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