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trendy boiiz - 60s كلمات أغنية

[intro: syl johnson]
momma she works so hard
to earn every penny

[verse 1: trendy boiiz]
on the block with a choppa, it was just me and chop
i was chillin’ with k!llers and scammers (oh lord)
n_ggas know how i rock when i came on the block
no construction, i play with them hammers
and f_ck 12, them n_ggas can’t stand us (something is holdin me back)
they shoot at a kid with his hands up (ah ah)
rest in peace to my soldiers and for all of my guys
we gon’ pour up a four in this fanta (oh lord)
respect a black man on a mission
from new york to l.a. we crippin’
let ’em reflect on the album
the waiter on the edge i be sipping’
i’m tryna get all of the guys out the kitchen
for the money you know they be itchin’
free all of my real n_ggas sittin’ up
it’s not how you fall, how you gettin’ up
fifteen on the check_ins, the loub’ when i’m steppin’
38 be the weapon, no b_tchin’ up
it’s big trendy stunna, you see me start runnin’
you know it’s the gang, it’s no switchin’ up
i’m totin’ ’em chops ’cause you know i got glizzies
i keep some extra shooters with me
we trap out the bas_m_nt, we punchin’ ’em numbers
you hopin’ and payin’ for shippin’
you sayin’ you f_ckin’ but ain’t nothin’ hit me
’cause i keep a bl!cky, in case it gets sticky
and i let it woo, but when i’m not crippin’
we spin in the wraith, top_down in the renty
got one in the head, we ain’t leave till it’s empty
sippin’ henny but we call it jenny
we all gettin’ breesh, we mix the buscemi with all of the fendi
my b_tch got on fendi until we live gucci
i need a tone before i get sixty, wishin’ no pity
you wanna make bread, tell ’em open up citi
these n_ggas don’t walk but they talk about it
we sellin’ that chalk, we don’t talk about it
we flexin’ up td approve we gon’ tt
we walk in the spot, then we walk up out it
[interlude]
gang, gang
man, that sh_t crazy ya heard
lotta n_ggas ain’t who they say they is, ya feel me
n_ggas wanna talk that tough sh_t but when they get touched
they gon’ run to they momma and sh_t
got they mom inboxin’ the gang and sh_t like, you feel me
that sh_t ain’t gangsta, that sh_t ain’t real

[verse 2]
uh, call up the batman, i’m robin
from the flossy, that’s crip and i g_ngb_ng
all my n_ggas on the same thing
smokin’ gas while i switch lanes
caught a opp up with the h_llo
black hair by the regis and pello, i’m always around n_ggas know that
i keep my jaw locked like i’m kodak
throw somethin’ at me, i’ma throwback

[outro]
gang

- trendy boiiz

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