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tec – gold drac كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(atractivo)
yeah, say, uh
uh, come on, lil’ b-tch, look, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
ayy, ayy, say

[verse]
all gold drac’, blow off his whole face
n-gga know that we been puttin’ sh-t down since like ’08
cold case, i’m on go like a stolo with no brakes
big four-four with no safety, thuggin’ ’til they take me
ride around, straight heat, no ac
just got ’em back, made ’em pay, that’s a late fee
in all black on all eight, we on they street
f&n, hk, bring gangster sh-t in hd
rockin’ this glock like this the new designer fashion
them them boys, they hit the p-wn shop and had all kind of ratchets
play with mine, b-tch, you can cancel christmas, i’ma promise that one
chopper bullets hoppin’ out and flyin’ all kinda rapid
luwhop not a rapper, poetic activist to be exact
we can’t take it backwards, n-gga knowin’ that we did that
and i’m spittin’ factions, been knowin’ where your kids at
put the gun to your b-tch lacefront, push her wig back
no scared business, up this b-tch, tryna leave his head missing
told your big homie i salute him ’cause he fed n-ggas
but in the same sense, he’s a b-tch ’cause he bred b-tches
claim to be yeah n-ggas, k!ll that p-ssy and i go pay a visit
to the gravesite, your homeboy new addresses
gangster and p-ssy, them n-ggas be transvestes
claim he want war, but he sendin’ me fan message
but i’m tryna overk!ll him, whop don’t no half steppin’, nah
in the river where we threw the last weapon
brooda -ss deaf, hit him with that mac-11
i don’t do no blackmailing, i don’t do no back pedaling
he ain’t clap never, all that n-gga’s straps celibate
and i got that 40, tryna f-ck it up
up in the party, all my n-ggas jumpin’ like this sh-t was double dutch
i bet a n-gga ain’t gon’ f-ck with us
bet a n-gga, bet a n-gga ain’t gon’ f-ck with us, f-ck with us
two guns on me, b-tch, i double clutch
ain’t goin’ on no mission, movin’ slow, so n-gga, f-ck that double cup
we got one n-gga out they clique, we tryna double up
i catch him cruising with his b-tch and i’ma bust him up
like b-tch, come here, you ain’t even from here
all this f-ckin’ heat like we done brought the f-cking sun here
how you turn p-ssy to a gangster just in one year?
don’t make ’em go for you, then go shoot to california
i got beaucoup hammers on me while i’m chilling by myself at home
’bout gun smoke, got spiders off dunn road, that’s my second home, uh
so b-tch, boot up, shoot up everything that’s in front of us
every n-gga run up on that gang, we gon’ punish
like huh? i thought a n-gga said somethin’
all we know is head bustin’, trigger finger lead b-tton, fire, fire
we got the opps scared of us, yeah
they got a drop, but they ain’t never yeah nothin’, nah, nah
we got the opps scared of us, yeah
they got a drop, but they ain’t never yeah nothin’
b-tch, boot up, shoot up everything, n-gga
like b-tch, boot up, shoot up everything, yeah
b-tch, boot up, shoot up everything
and we’ll boot up, shoot up everything, yeah, b-tch

[outro]
ooh, they like, “that b-tch whop out his top,” you heard me?
got the glock with the c-ck on that b-tch, you know i been, yeah
f-ck wrong with you, boy? n-gga, put your sh-t on this b-tch
lu sh-t, yeah, hah, r-t-rded

- tec

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