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sob x rbe & big money - glock 22 كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: daboii]
they ask me how i’m feelin’, i lie and say, “i’m straight”
why they take my lil’ brother, he just wanted to be great
why i be cuttin’ n-ggas off? ’cause they wanted to be fake
ever since i fought a demon, i don’t even say my grace
wonder if god by my side, if he not then that’s that
n-ggas sayin’ that they dogs when they really kitty cat
we’ll take over yo’ city, come and get yo’ city back
n-ggas claim that shooter sh-t but ain’t made a semi clap
had a glock 22 wit’ a live in the stick
sh-t’ll give a n-gga life if i speak up on that skit
ol’ b-tch wasn’t for me shout out black freed the b-tch
jump in that deep end you’ll be sleepin’ wit’ the fish
no if and’s or but’s this kick stand is clutch
and that n-gga ain’t a gangsta if he keep it in the trunk
supposed to have it on yo’ hip, if you don’t then you a punk
we catch you loafin’ in that whip, if you ain’t got it then you skurt
b-tch

[verse 2: lil’ sheik]
a lot of smoke up on instagram
but in person n-ggas soft they don’t want the funk
but i’ma let this 50 blow ’til it’s gone
p-juice mix the moet wit’ patron
when i get in my zone, ain’t no stoppin’ me
i don’t shoot dice no more, get mad and rob the game
a lot of sh-t i did way before the fame
i ain’t yfn lucci, don’t think it’s a game
cause a storm wit’ the chop they couldn’t stop the rain
they ask me who i do it for, i do it for gang
tutuland way deeper than you could imagine
i don’t keep up wit’ these n-ggas rock my own fashion
and i keep a two three slidin’ up in traffic
is you slidin’ or you not? ask them questions after
and i’m big out of state we ain’t no local rappers
at 16 i might have been one of the biggest trappers

[verse 3: yhung t.o.]
you can look me in my eyes and you can see the pain
i lost my uncle, lost my brother, sh-t don’t feel the same
i need a b-tch to hold my glock and light this mary jane
if you ain’t slidin’ for yo’ n-ggas then you very lame
in every life we gotta die so really what’s the real meaning?
lotta n-ggas want me gone but i’m still breathin’
granny tellin’ me slow down but i’m still drinkin’
catch a opp broad day and i be still squeezin’
in life i had to make some choices lately i been hearin’ voices
know the devil in my head all that talkin’ get annoyin’
catch a opp i gotta shoot ain’t no way i could avoid it
when i think about my brother be some times i wanna join him
send some shots at that kia, you be prayin’ that i miss
catch that honda up in traffic you gon’ get that b-tch flipped
if you ain’t tryna send some shots don’t be talkin’ like you sick
lost my brotha to that field and i been wildin’ ever since

- sob x rbe big money

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