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trdee – bounty hunter كلمات اغاني

[intro]
it was an alaskan bull worm!

[verse 1]
they ain’t got your size ’cause we bought ’em all
man, that b_tch a bust down like a audemar (bust down)
dog still need a ride, he ain’t got a car
you could be patrick and you still wouldn’t be a star (you wouldn’t)
i be carefree, it was free so i don’t care
it’s just crazy, ’cause i used to steal from the book fair
what i’m smokin’ got me high, they like, “how you get up there?”
i forget who i am, i really hate when people stare
ain’t forgot what you did, don’t think i did when you see me
feel like soulja boy, he stole my flow, i know you wanna be me
baby, let’s go to the beach, tryna see you in your bikini
i can promise onе thing, i’m never changin’ like a pеnny
only thing you guaranteed in your life is probably death
that’s why i be tryna ball on y’all n_ggas just like steph
i don’t battle rap with n_ggas, i wouldn’t even waste my breath
how he be actin’ like he hard? somebody teach him how to step
dawg crashed out, that’s ’cause he ain’t had no guidance (d_mn)
i don’t like your music, i would rather listen to silence (no cap)
you know i ain’t never changin’ teams, kobe bryant (boyz)
b_tch be actin’ like teanna trump when we in private (sh_t)
you ain’t even know it’s my time
bad b_tch don’t want no liquor, she just wanna sip some wine
they like, “what do dee be doin’?” i be always on my grind
out the way, ’cause every day another young n_gga dyin’ (no cap)
[verse 2]
yeah, i used to play with cards, but not yu_gi_oh (nope, nope, nope)
that sh_t weak, don’t waste your time at the studio (that sh_t weak, don’t waste your money, bro)
chase you? b_tch, you ain’t don julio
i’m the catch, can you catch?
i’m the one that do it for the people, who the f_ck is gretch?
i don’t like talkin’ on the phone, could you send a text?
you ain’t tryna f_ck, you better hike it like a quarterback
if they on my trail, i’ma blaze him with this 26
rappin’_ass n_ggas, y’all be actin’ just like ludacris
i be really snappin’, make a n_gga go like, “who is this?”
don’t bring her to the show if you don’t wanna lose your b_tch
i just left hutch, my chain dancin’ like it’s tina turner
bro ain’t go to court, so now he tryna dodge the bounty hunter
he ain’t never even shot his gun, he ain’t got a jumper
if you treat me good, i might just put you in a gucci rumper (i might)

[outro]
(richie got the heat)

- trdee

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