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tle cinco - pop shit كلمات الأغنية

[verse]
i’m spendin’ ten racks
how i’m startin, my day
these n_ggas love to hate
we get to pullin’ on blocks
n_ggas jump in the gate
could’ve f_cked first night
got the face, i can see the racks
on casey, the sh_t outrageous
pockets like a phone book
got pages, i don’t f_ck with these n_ggas
they callin’ me racist, f_ck n_gga play
we erase em’, gang!
reach for my chain, don’t do that
we on these f_ck n_ggas top, like some hair
and a doorag, dropped fifteen hundred
on a shoe bag, fifty percent gd other fifty
throwin’ blue rags, gotta be worth it
i’m spendin’ my cash on it
bankroll green, like grass on it
hop in a b_tch, skirt off
this b_tch got no tag on it
no jimmy nuetron, i’ma blast homie
this sh_t here, ain’t no where else
i got this sh_t off the top shelf
cookin’ this sh_t like top chef
i keep a [?] on stage if i can’t bring my glock there
trap house jumpin’ out the gym, we got hops there
pulled up to make a play, it was cops there
spent five times, one day
tried to pop some, and doing all my shows
give a f_ck if it’s the opps there
i’ma spazz out, crash out
in the street like the verses
ain’t goin’ for three bands now
i’ma cash cow, i’ma cash out
he tried to keep up with money but lil’ buddy
he done ran out, we had spinned in a benz
we done ran down, he went to shootin’
a lil’ nine but this mac [?] stand out
walked in the room, had her ass out
i’m countin’ dineros, i’m handlin’ my business
i’ma man now, roll up the opps
and we smoke em’, i got my d_ck in her mouth
in her throat, i’ma choke her
i can barely breathe, thick gold choker
we got foreign and old schools
dre pull up on a floater
phone ringin’ think i need a motorola
cinco a migo, i do this sh_t here for the culture
i’ma shoot and he gon’ shoot too
i ain’t do no talking, we just get to blowin’
like a flute, b_tch i’ma country boy
stop all [?] no back in
i ain’t comin’ out (ayy)
hit from the back and i pull her hair
i get to pull up and shoot
swear to god i don’t who to spare
ice on my neck like a cooler there
.308 bullets so big, swear to god
i can shoot a bear, say “you got racks”
who you foolin’ there?
truckload pull up and treat the scene
like a [?]
i get to floatin’ and rollin’ in motion
they like “lil’ n_gga stop that”
i keep the strap, swear to god
they know i’ma pop that
i don’t beef with lil’ boys
where ya pops at?
he done went broke, now his baby mama
all on my [?]
she givin’ long neck like a ostrich
i stay flyer than the two lil’ dudes in the c_ckpit
no 4th of july, i’ma pop sh_t, gang!

- tle cinco

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