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troubled junkies - intro كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: dizzy]

we stacking up hunnids on hunnids
we grinding they just keep on coming
the gang always lit we rolled up a spliff
pulled out a chopper we gunnin
if your talking money then i’m running
our song playing now they humming
puff on that loud
dawg is you hearing this sound
we just comin out
still in her mouth
dawg we be getting this clout
you know what we bout
high as the clouds
got the whole crew wearing crowns
ain’t letting you down
i need the cheese like a mouse
being broke feels like drought
got the rest of the game going south
we could get lit on the couch
b-tch i ain’t taking you out
i’d rather stay in the house
if you ain’t in my crew i won’t vouch
got narcotics just check in the pouch
selling this sh-t by the ounce
don’t hate on the sauce let it drip
we up in the stuu makin hits
then we all over your b-tch

[verse 2: kipper]

run to the money the cheese
kipper be rolling them trees
your freaky just get on your knees
i’m flowing this sh-t is on ease
and i’m a hunnid degrees
you tryna pay your own fees
she always with me i got keys
i be runnin away from these fleas
4l the gang we don’t sneeze
and we just ball 23
tj a hive of the bees
she foreign she far from the seas
the seas they be blown by our breeze
gon stack till my wrist is on freeze
im ballin just check on my st–ze
the hype it be real they like please
troubled ep gon release
told her i don’t do no pics
my pockets was light i’m obese
was trappin now we rap on beats
my rhymes they be clear than the bleach
young kipper he feel like a beast
4l gon lock these streets
our trappin gon bless these kids

[verse 3: kgotso]

get the song without a name
playin b-tches like a game
k!llin n-ggas issa shame
shoot a n-gga shift the blame
then i hop in the coupe switchin lanes
i don’t wanna f-ck she just gimme the brain
she sucking me out i can’t hear what she sayin
i pullout she say these other n-ggas lame
y’all n-ggas really some cappers
smoke on the joint leave a dapper
they copy the flow im the master
spitting flames i’m a natural disaster
preaching trap like a pastor
getting money way faster
yea i’m really a trapper
and you other n-ggas actors
keep finessing on yo hoe
tj the gang for sure
leaning so i pour a 4
hit her and show her the door
got money but we getting more
troubled the gang you know
catch me smoking with the bros
and it’s 100 for a show

[outro: kgotso]
yea it’s the intro
spitting fire on the low

- troubled junkies

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