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sob x rbe - make her dance كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: slimmyb]
broke n-gga, where your cake at? (god d-mn)
tell her that i love her, i’m a [?]
when this bloodshed, n-gga, you can’t take back (hit your mans)
tryna slide on a sucker, where that drake at?
crest n-gga, real cut throat
n-ggas dissing but they unknown
tryna find a d-ck, b-tch, get the f-ck on
big .40, deuce, deuce, we don’t bust those (n-gga)
you can find them where them thugs be
b-tch broke, you can’t f-ck me (can’t f-ck me)
mc hammer, you can’t touch me (can’t touch me)
we want war, n-gga, f-ck peace, n-gga

[chorus: slimmyb]
bet these hundreds make her dance (make her dance)
[?] glock and it ain’t gon’ jam (ain’t gon’ jam)
bullets hit you and your mans (hit your mans)
broke n-gga, where your bands? (broke n-gga)
bet these hundreds make her dance (make her dance)
[?] glock and it ain’t gon’ jam (ain’t gon’ jam)
bullets hit you and your mans (hit your mans)
broke n-gga, where your bands? (broke n-gga)

[verse 2: daboii]
i done spent over 50 just to stay high (b-tch)
all my n-ggas p-ssed, not no canines
i don’t give a f-ck about the b-tch if she ain’t mine
you n-gga hatin’ through the grape vine
b-tch, if we made a hundred albums, still ain’t break time
let the gang on your song, we gon’ take shine
b-tch, this a glock 20 not no [?] 5
and you can put your trust in me ’cause i hate lying
i just popped another perc to keep my body numb
ar hanging off my neck, this ain’t no tommy gun
k!ll ‘tech with the [?], look like a shotty pump
you n-ggas was a hundred deep, [?]
[?] instant, when i caught the leader, i’ma contest him
this p-lo b-ss, siri, this [?]
how i run through so much and i ain’t sign a contract
yeah, that sh-t sound goo, but y’all talking not facts
and that ain’t this n-gga and this is not that
not a dollar in their pocket, but these n-ggas got [?]
don’t know where you lips been, n-gga, we cannot [?]
all my n-ggas play their roles and i’m the f-cking top hat (b-tch!)

[verse 3: yhung t.o.]
n-gga, i could take your b-tch in my bad clothes
and n-gga if i was a cuff, i’d have mad hoes
and you can get your -ss shot for tryna act bold
and all these chops got extensions with some add-ons
who the f-ck these n-ggas think they is? they ain’t got no bands
b-tch, and it’s stricly only brothers, ain’t got no friends
b-tch, i ain’t never been that n-gga that a hoe hates
b-tch, you could get your -ss stripped, you in broham
and i’d still be that n-gga if i wasn’t famous
don’t give a f-ck about your n-gga or no reputation
we all bleed, n-gga, jump and meet your exploration
and i be smoking burner packs, so i be h-lla faded
and if he go against the grain, that’s a dead man
i’ma grow, went up a bag, as long as my [?] can
n-gga i ain’t switching up on the gang or my dead mans
and if you slide down this block, that’s a dead end

- sob x rbe

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