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taylo frm da bronx – no cop outs كلمات اغاني

[intro: rmc mike]
(i got so much enrgy)
hoo
b_tch
alright

[verse 1: rmc mike]
n_ggas can’t get his aim right, it’s like the screen glitchin’
i got some bread on the floor like when you feed pigeons
plain sprite, add a six of wock’, i just remixed it
sorry, bae, i can’t f_ck you longer than fifteen minutes
hey, unless i’m off a perc’
gave her ass a thirty_minute break like when she go to work
n_gga came a thousand dollars short, gave him a weak verse
i’m high as h_ll, my b_tch wanna suck d_ck, i gotta pee first
i’m better than that blunt you fire up after you clock out
bro tryna scam, threw his ass a punch, that’s a knockout
got into a scuffle with my pastor, whipped the glock out
bro don’t f_ck with club, but if i say the word, he’ll pop out

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
the federales gave me sixty months, i shouldn’t’ve copped out
sixty racks on an old school, i’m finna pop out
walkin’ through a n_gga b_tch crib with my c_ck out
he tryna flex with his ap, i shot the clock out it
baby ghost trippin’ with the stick, he off a bar probably
just drunk a four of wockhardt straight, got my heart poundin’
it’s crazy, a little shootout turned to a car promise
i’ll rap the whole f_ckin’ beat, i won’t start stoppin’
bought my lil’ b_tch a malibu, she havin’ car problems
i spend d_mn near twelve racks goin’ dior shoppin’
coke plug answered the phone, he in pr probably
he just drunk a fake pint, he gotta fart probably
[verse 3: rmc mike]
i don’t really f_ck with clubs or be bar hoppin’
aventador, wraith, or h_llcat, i’m havin’ car options
n_gga didn’t use his head right, i knocked the heart out him
turn into picasso with this k and make some art out you
crystal clear when i paint the picture, got my palms sweatin’
flew out to catch another package, i’m jerome bettis
f_ckin’ every night off them percs got me longwinded
ninety racks in this old school, it got a chrome engine
perc_30 hittin’ hard as h_ll, got my tongue itchin’
dropped thirty shots, that ain’t enough, i stuffed drum in it
plr so motherf_ckin’ light, i can run with it
e popped a perc’ and got some head from a drunk midget

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
i’m finna beat a n_gga ass, who wanna punch with me?
drunk so much drank, n_gga, i probably got one kidney
everything on me tonight, i got a chump with me
probably the only n_gga walkin’ through my hood with a hun’_fifty
fully loaded ar pistol, i drop a hundiddy
bro, my nerves bad, smoke a blunt with me
woke up off a pint with a b_tch i never seen, we ain’t f_ck, did we?
you ain’t never seen me leavin’ somerset with my trunk empty
drum came on the glock 23, i’ll dump fifty

[verse 5: taylo frm da bronx]
huh? i got twin with me
we ain’t got twin intuitions, we got twin glizzies
cheese melted on me with the pepper like steel city
i don’t want the p_ssy from the b_tch ’cause it smell p_ssy
dropped a couple twenties on the b_tch, she gave me good head
threw her forty more, she sucked up bro, she didn’t need no bed
tryna run a bag up like that sh_t on uzi forehead
you gotta come and grab some loud today, i don’t got no meds
’bout to hit a hundred in the chevy, not a white charger
i ain’t never had a daughter, but she think i’m her father
i was droppin’ strap up in a b_tch and then you called her
no, i’m not in women’s basketball, but i’m a pro baller
before i came here, i was bustin’, sold a hundred pounds
now my back hurt ’cause i was rushin’ to lay this verse down
it must’ve paid off ’cause mike and rio want a verse now
smoked a fat ‘wood, that sh_t was thicker than my eyebrows

- taylo frm da bronx

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