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stotle - where would i be كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
haha, where hardo at bruh?

[hook]
where would i be, without all my n_ggas?
pullin’ them triggas’, we stackin’ up figures
ridin’ in silence and you know who with us
we know the k!ller, no you cannot kid us
look like a dog, and you can get bit up
we in the trap, throwin’ that sh_t up
that boy he bluffin’ he not tryna’ link

[verse 1]
and that boy he p_ssy, he not what you think
don’t f_ck with cups, we don’t give her a drink (don’t f_ck with cups)
she like that i’m tatted, she lovin’ the ink
my clip hold .30 you call it a sink
my n_ggas they got me they never gon’ fold
i throw you a (?), come back with it sold
that boy get popped yeah he don’t want the smoke
wearin’ dior, in his pockets he broke
f_ckin’ his b_tch in the back and she throat
4 in the morning, you know that i’m woke
foot in the door and you know what it took
look like i’m harden the way that i cook
move out the hood, i’m takin’ the claim
if we doin’ sh_t bet not sayin’ my name
leave that boy wet, like he with some range
say “what you do?”
i said i pursue
f_ckin’ his b_tch and she neckin’ the crew
workin’ so hard, yeah i need a pension
f_ckin’ your b_tch in the back of the tesla
i better not see her again in my mentions
way that we stretch her that boy he was tensin’
that boy started crazy, but we gon’ contain
say that she smart, then give me the brain
i hit her and quit her i need a restrain, aye
yeah
[hook]
where would i be, without all my n_ggas?
pullin’ them triggas’, we stackin’ up figures
ridin’ in silence and you know who with us
we know the k!ller, no you cannot kid us
look like a dog, and you can get bit up
we in the trap, throwin’ that sh_t up
that boy he bluffin’ he not tryna’ link

[verse 2]
and that boy he p_ssy, he not what you think
don’t f_ck with cups, we don’t give her a drink (don’t f_ck with cups)
she like that i’m tatted, she lovin’ the ink
my clip hold .30 you call it a sink
my n_ggas they got me they never gon’ fold
i throw you a (?), come back with it sold
that boy get popped yeah he don’t want the smoke
wearin’ dior, in his pockets he broke
f_ckin’ his b_tch in the back and she throat
4 in the morning, you know that i’m woke
foot in the door and you know what it took
look like i’m harden the way that i cook
move out the hood, i’m takin’ the claim
if we doin’ sh_t bet not sayin’ my name
leave that boy wet, like he with some range
say “what you do?”
i said i pursue
f_ckin’ his b_tch and she neckin’ the crew
workin’ so hard, yeah i need a pension
f_ckin’ your b_tch in the back of the tesla
i better not see her again in my mentions
way that we stretch her that boy he was tensin’
that boy started crazy, but we gon’ contain
say that she smart, then give me the brain
i hit her and quit her i need a restrain, aye
yeah

- stotle

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