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trippie redd & rob49 – armageddon كلمات اغاني

[intro: rob49]
ha (let me in)
look (yeah)
yeah (uh)

[chorus: rob49]
yeah, hundred round drum on me (i’m shy, oh my god)
hundred round drum on me
hundred round drum on me
hundred round drum on me
hundred round drum on me
yeah, hundred round drum on me
hundred round drum on me
hundred round drum on me
hundred round drum on me
hundred round drum on me, yeah
[verse 1: rob49]
hundred round drum on me, brand new bl!ck on me, brand new switch on me
soon as i up, i blow, soon as i blow, he bleed, yeah
hangin’ with k!llers, hangin’ with all of the real ones and duckin’ the fake
tell him to mind his businеss, i done seen n_ggas who talkin’ get shot in the facе, yeah
that’s why i’m keepin’ my k, yeah, that’s why i’m havin’ my way, yeah
i’m ’bout to send that text, yeah, make a n_gga pull up, spray, yeah
no, i ain’t playin’ at all, sh_t, n_gga can’t run no game, huh
oh, he want smoke with us, yeah? make a n_gga face card famous
they know i keep my racks on me, they know i keep my mac on me
n_ggas done made me mad, brother, i’m tryin’ not to go crash on ’em
they know we’ll tweak out, do sh_t worser than that last n_gga
in a demon, ridin’ with some steppers, i’ma spend that bag on ’em

[chorus: rob49 & trippie redd]
yeah, hundred round drum on me ()
hundred round drum on me
hundred round drum on me
hundred round drum on me
hundred round drum on me
yeah, hundred round drum on me
hundred round drum on me
hundred round drum on me
hundred round drum on me (hey)
hundred round drum on me (yeah), yeah
[verse 2: trippie redd]
i keep that bl!ck on me (bl!ck)
i keep that trip on me
bentley got heated seats
play with the gang, he deceased
murder an opp like i murder a godd_mn beat
f_ckin’ that b_tch and i’m keepin’ it p and i’m keepin’ it g in the streets
i’m not no puttin’ not no dot on no motherf_ckin’ barrel, lil’ b_tch, i’m a motherf_ckin’ beast
shorty come over the crib, she swallowin’ d_ck, she f_ckin’ up all of the sheets
alright, i’m f_ckin’ up all of that money, i’m f_ckin’ and gettin’ her geeked (ew)
i ain’t never pressed ’bout none of these b_tches, i f_cked that ho last week
that little b_tch was an animal, ate like a cannibal, crushed that lil’ b_tch like a danimal
walked in this b_tch and i’m fresh like a cantaloupe
dope in the closet and racks in the envelope
don’t get to talking, this sh_t can get physical
pull up big body, that b_tch lookin’ mystical
we sent some shots through your grandmammy living room
now he not talking, he turned to a vegetable
we with the business, we send ’em a message
man, who the f_ck is these f_ck n_ggas testing?

- trippie redd rob49

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