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sorrai – malarkey! (feat. dedboii kez) كلمات اغاني

yeah, these n_ggas ain′t sh_t but some p_ssy
he thinkin’ he him, so i gave him a cookie
i drown in the sauce, man, i feel like a boogie

i frown to yo′ songs, n_gga, you is a rookie
that n_gga done owe me some bread and he surely ain’t dippin’ away
p_ssy boy paid it fully
i got him on sticks like a puppet, he woody
if this was a musical, he gettin′ bullied by everybody that′s walkin’
the nerds and the staff and the hoes and the n_gga that′s tardy
that boy started cryin’, i pressed my left timb on his face and he folded, i didn′t say sorry
that n_gga been talkin’ on gang, so we slicin′ him up like the vines that be in the safari
i heard all his songs and his boys steady tellin’ him that he a spitter, he spittin’ malarkey

line him in red if he step to my circle, boy we got a ball outside like target
i lit him up, hid him under the carpet, he twitch from the static, the chopper was sparking
i hit yo′ b_tch from the back one time and she really said that my d_ck was the largest
wdfa and i downhill slide in this b_tch and i′m really gon’ catch me a body
five_star whip, i peel off diabolical
shoot through yo′ skin and yo’ t__th and yo′ molecules
when the pistol got a d_ck it’s inaudible
hickory d_ckory dockery bl!ck
he saw the clock when the glock went tick
blood on my fit and my watch so drip
we done bloodied the ground like a pen with no ink
n_ggas know that i′m him, i’m the one with the sh_ts

he better not think he the sh_t cause i got somethin’ for him
he copy his life out of them quora forums
he livin′ a life of no stress and some fortune
that n_gga ain′t never shot or ripped an organ
that fraud, he don’t know what he talkin′ ’bout
rap about larceny, that bread was never found
rap about movin′ them bricks, never had a pound
rap about gunfire, he never heard the sound
rockin’ this b_tch, get him down to the f_ckin′ ground
yeah, that’s yo’ b_tch and she givin′ me 50 rounds
run up, i empty the clip, i got 50 rounds
.40 colt catchin′ him slippin’, we get him down
rambo leave him leaking, he layin′ face down
b_tch on her knees, i be f_ckin’ her face now
p_ssy n_gga, put that boy in his place now
pop him dead, tay_k, i did me the race now

we finna grease him like he was some takeout
i need some tree and some brain and a payout
me and his b_tch probably f_ck and gon′ make out
hit me a l!ck off this verse, that’s a payout
the pistol gon′ make that lil’ p_ssy boy break out
that n_gga be goofin’, his life is a fake out
he thinkin′ he woke, he a lil′ andrew tate now
sike, puttin’ his kidney for trade now

you n_ggas is some dumb b_tches, i hate you
your music hurtin′ crazy, i need some tissues (uh)
pull up, all my n_ggas totin’ them missiles
i get the pistol, turn the b_tch to a cripple
i crash in this b_tch like a motherf_ckin′ cymbal
your set finna double up, i’m bringin′ triple
he said he got b_tches, that n_gga be single
not even no single b_tches wanna mingle
with your ugly ass n_gga
you dirty as sh_t, b_tch, stupid ass
d_mn

- sorrai

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