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spookyli – be something/pray كلمات اغاني

[part i: be something]

[intro]
(the mafia, n_gga, b_tch ass n_gga, we don’t f_ck wit’ you)
(j3tskr3vm)

[chorus]
shawty eat the d_ck, she don’t put no t__th on it
n_gga, send the payment, b_tch, or i’m not respondin’
money in the couch, n_gga, used to sleep on it
b_tches come and go, them junkies, they gon’ keep comin’
cops like, “why you speedin’?” ’cause, lil’ b_tch, i need money
i was seventeen, seen nothin’ but some fiends and junkies
i pull up on my block and now my ring jumpin’
don’t f_ck ’round, get yo’ ass smoked like a steam oven

[verse 1]
yeah, i see you gettin’ money, that don’t mean nothin’
n_gga, cut that sh_t out, my n_gga, you ain’t welcome
b23 dior’s, lil’ b_tch, they cost an onion
i was really in the trap, n_gga, sellin’ onions
havin’ motion, i got h_lla ways to get somе money
i was really talkin’ to them plugs in california
i don’t see thеse n_ggas, ain’t upset, i ain’t annoyed
i got n_ggas box you up like a pair of jorts
gotta go hard, b_tch, i gotta be somethin’
you know 12 get behind be, i’ma keep runnin’
[chorus]
shawty eat the d_ck, she don’t put no t__th on it
n_gga, send the payment, b_tch, or i’m not respondin’
money in the couch, n_gga, used to sleep on it
b_tches come and go, them junkies, they gon’ keep comin’
cops like, “why you speedin’?” ’cause, lil’ b_tch, i need money
i was seventeen, seen nothin’ but some fiends and junkies
i pull up on my block and now my ring jumpin’
don’t f_ck ’round, get yo’ ass smoked like a steam oven

[outro]
li, what?

[part ii: pray]

[intro]
hah (b_tch ass n_gga, we don’t f_ck wit’ you)
(j3tskr3vm)

[chorus]
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no paper, what you need from me?
i like euros, i like yen, i like green money
this b_tch think i’m super hot, like a comet
i just upload some pictures, i don’t read comments
told her, “hit me up,” now my d_ck all in her stomach
hit that b_tch from the back, got her sheets runny
every day i’m takin’ risks, i gotta eat somethin’
trap out through the week, pray to god every sunday
[verse 2]
i can’t go to church ’cause all my clothes smell like chronic
don’t wanna see the sh_t i seen, just bein’ honest
i feel like i’m being watched while i sleep, i’m buggin’
i prefer to count the money if it’s bleedin’ bl__dy

- spookyli

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