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swerv jones - d.o.a.b. كلمات الأغنية

{intro} _ stove god cooks
dancing on them bricks
ight
gangsta, dancing on them bricks huh
ight

{hook} _ stove god cooks
b____, i be dancing on them birds
(got me dancing)
b____ i be dancing on them birds
(got me dancing)
b____ i be dancing on them birds
(dance)
yeezy wave runner footprints on the work/’ ‘b____ work work, b____, work
she took a half of xanie and a perc
b____ work
work, b____, work
yeezy wave runner footprints on the work
b____ work

(verse 1) _ swerv jones
ok now stepping with the steppers got my stance right bird walk, stove top, bird talk
know i keep a flock of them
and all them b______ flying together
my lemon peppers come out better when i fry ‘em together (stir) it’s a wrist thing, been working on my whip
and i know masonry b____
yeah i got bricks on top of bricks
(uh uh)
let the beat build and i break that f_cker down batch of cookies out the pan, drying on the paper towel
ain’t no faking in my flex
you n_ggas throw y’all weight around
like i won’t up this b____ and quake it
shake the motherf_cking ground
(boom)
from the concrete a coca leaf would grow
and now them b______ catch a jones everytime i holla snow i got flakes and them sh_ts fuego
on my way to see diego
out in sunny san diego
say he got it for the low
and i’m taxing, holla benji’s, grant’s and jackson’s’ on my way back to the trap
you know we got ‘em on the go
(gone)
{hook} _ (stove god cooks)

(verse 2) _ swerv jones
heal toe on a kilo of that perico
straight from puerto rico
they send the f_cking dogs
i’m like , “run, n_gga, chico”
still watching for them people
cuz they still talking rico
paranoia got me peeking through the peephole got b______ popping percs and selling p____ like it’s legal b____ work
(work)
me and cuzzy getting cutty in the regal
we was lethal
n_ggas went don cheadle
greatest of all time fell victim to the needle
all that sh_t was in vain
they tried to sh_t on my name
but man it’s hard to see shade from way up in private planes got a bird’s eye
on my mammy i go xanie, i got bars
bust a brick and tell a b____
to get to dancing with the stars
i go, i go pluto, i go jupiter to mars
went from trapping out the saturn, apple juices by the jar (yeah)
we the finest by far
and them guys don’t match up
we the firest by far
(work, dance)
{hook} _ stove god cooks

- swerv jones

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