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teflon zay - gangsters paradise كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(adhd)
bow bow bow bow bow
(ay what these n_ggas on soulja?)

[chorus]
shots went off on front street, (bow bow bow), n_ggas out here dyin’
i’m from west atlanta where these hoes f_ck for cosigns
in the streets not industry, will gun yo ass down bout a punchline
i’ve been takin’ sh_t a long time, this sh_t in my bloodline
renegade, we leave sh_t frankenstein and back on frontline
he dissed, they spin’t and hit his momma this sh_t get weird
his brother cryin’
bump down artist, we really get sh_t started, i ain’t never sleep with no nine
heat seeker scope, g3, this a mos, my b_tch like “what did you find?”

[verse]
ambushin’ with the arp
yeah you can try jumpin’ fence 556’s it climb
i got a 2_4 in the glock i’m teflon bron
look at my wrist, it shine
lace up your cleats when you out in that field
he worried ’bout ten yards but the stick had them lined
i got some patna’s, been fightin’ for years
and i got some bro’s, sittin’ on they bonds
i won’t crease these b_tches, i had to get off in my ones
ion know what the f_ck these n_ggas thought, they stop making guns?
i can’t tell yo ass how many block had to get spun
sleepin’ in my ski mask, mama asked me what have i done?
pop out dog sh_t in my neighborhood, the bad b_tches stunned
i got a choppa with the maple wood, updated tommy gun
[verse]
you sayin’ bad sh_t, you don’t know no better, i know
all this wockesha in my lap, that’s why i’m movin’ slow
she think i’m feinin for her love, i’m feinin for the blow
my bro’s they going to gangster’s paradise, it’s the life they chose
they bounced that on you, you thought they was done, come back after they reload
i’m sittin’ up at night, i ain’t even sleep, that sh_t burned in my soul
i looked up to n_ggas until i didn’t, because they play with nose
i smirk when they die, laugh when they cry, i think my heart is cold
bang out in a downtown district, this sh_t still a unfold
they tryna take my crown, catch me slippin’ like my head made of gold
the scram don’t even know who the h_ll i’m is, f_ckin’ off a wardrobe
her bestfriend told her i make the music that crank her earlobes

[chorus]
shots went off on front street, n_ggas out here dyin’
i’m from west atlanta where these hoes f_ck for cosigns
in the streets not industry, will gun yo ass down bout a punchline
i’ve been takin’ sh_t a long time, this sh_t in my bloodline
renegade, we leave sh_t frankenstein and back on frontline
he dissed, they spin’t and hit his momma this sh_t get weird
his brother cryin’
bump down artist, we really get sh_t started, i ain’t never sleep with no nine
heat seeker scope, g3, this a mos, my b_tch like “what did you find?”

[outro]
(this is a dj slimeball exclusive)
ayy lemme hear that bih’ from the top

- teflon zay

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