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smac – lose it كلمات اغاني

aye, yo, smac
mo_f_ckas always wanna talk some sh_t right
well, let’s give these mo_fucakas the buisness man

it get heavy on the re_up, cause you know we moving thru it
i ain’t wanna f_ck her friend, but the liquor made me do it
you don’t wanna try the kid, i got hits don’t make me prove it
all these b_tches try my patients, swear i’m really bout to lose it (agh)

man
i swear i’m bout to lose it man
i swear i’m bout to lose it man
i’m really bout to lose it, and
you don’t wanna see me lose it man

plug on the phone, told me that he on the way
say he got some biscotti, from scotty in la
i’m on liquor, smoking green, and i do this eryday
i just stuck to the script, wrote some sh_t, and i got paid

ya 808s bumping, but yo sh_t don’t sound the same
i’m leaving track, stains, mane, the way that i run the game
i’m a get my money right, then pass it back to the gang
don’t try to be a hero, that hammer drops then it bangs (bang)

b_tch, i run the game, beh_beh_b_tch i run the game
b_tch, i run the game, beh_beh_b_tch i run the game
b_tch, i run the game, beh_beh_b_tch i run the game
b_tch, i run the game
beh_beh_beh_beh_beh_beh_beh_beh

b_tch i run the game, ran up in the hall of fame
ripped the greats off the wall, then spray painted my name
i don’t need yo f_cking medals, f_ck the trophy and the fame
i just make the turn_up sh_t, cause i like to hear it bang

man
i swear i’m bout to lose it man
i swear i’m bout to lose it man
i’m really bout to lose it, and
you don’t wanna see me lose it man

f_ck up a check, then they respect
what you expect, when they know you next
gimmie da bag, she give me da neck
they think i’m zuc, cause i got a tech

stay wit the green, i stay wit the white
he like the work, n’ she like the pipe
he gotta mouth, n’ she gotta bite
and i got a whip, n’ he got a bike

i’m on sum sh_t, i’m hittin des l!cks
i’m taking these shots, and making these hits
taking these bricks, and makin em flip
f_cking ya b_tch, when i’m at the ritz

i’m at the table, i’m stacking my chips
talking to labels, like a mackin a b_tch
i got the code, and i’m hacking the sh_t
she hit the blunt, n’ she hacking n sh_t

she need some water, you need a spotter
you think you hard, but my sh_t is harder
you b_tch on her knees, she callin me father
you calling her phone, but don’t even bother

d_gg_n these hoes, put me in a collar
you blow up her phone i don’t even call her
you chasing these hoes i’m chasing these dollars
you flex for the gram but why even bother

flexin but you ain’t got it
that’s a rental man you ain’t bought it
you talking work but you ain’t cop it
you talk a lot and you need to stop it
(stop it)

plug on the phone
plug on the phone
plug on the phone
aye, yuh
i’m the f_cking plug hoe

- smac

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