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trxggatre - beef remix كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeah yeah(who got), yeah, yeah, yeah yeah(who got)
yeah, yeah, yeah yeah(it’s trxgga), yeah, yeah, yeah yeah(who got)
beef wit me, aye who got beef wit me?(who got it)
aye who got beef wit three?(aye who got it)
who got, who got(who got it)

[verse 1: trxggatre]
i stunt on these n_ggas like evel knievel, i told her her p_ssy too evil(ughh)
my n_ggas shoot at yo head like a regal(pew pew)
told trelly to hop on the feature
i ain’t talking unless you got checks for me(nah)
i’m like kd you n_ggas not checking me(yes sir)
facetime yo b_tch and tell her to stop texting me
black and white diamonds i look like a referee(diamonds be shining)
gotta keep moving, you can’t get the best of me
t_r_x_g_g_a like a spelling bee
never put o’s before like the letter “p”(never)
all about my green, just like some celery
i skip through the city in black suburbans
white people love me they say i’m urban(love it)
i got a snap full of b_tches i’m curvin’
n_gga so fresh my clothes smell like detergent(ch_ch)
please do not hit me unless it is urgent(nope)
i can see all my enemies lurking
if you not moving with me or my energy
i gotta drop you cause you worthless
n_ggas is shaking they start to get nervous
thunder outta texas like kendrick perkins
counting my chicken like i work at church’s
i got a good feeling about it, i’m certain
i answered the beat(h_llo, h_llo), cause it was calling me, i don’t want yo apology
a star in the making, i study astrology, yo shawty suck all of me
honestly, you n_ggas don’t bother me just look at the artistry
n_ggas get grimy, i’ll come for yo arteries
for whoever got beef wit me(b_tch)
look, beef wit me(who got it), aye who got beef wit me(who got it)
look nowadays when there’s tension n_ggas go to tweet
they know in they heart they do not want no beef wit me(no sir)
so simply, you can see me in the streets
aye who got beef wit me(who got it)
aye who got beef wit me(aye who got it)
aye who got beef wit me(aye who got it)
aye who got beef wit me(aye who got it)
say i got n_ggas in the trenches that’s on call for three(for three)
say i got n_ggas in the trenches that’ll k!ll for me, yea yea
[verse 2: trel god]
why the homie trel so cool
why he always getting flyer fresher than these dudes(hmm hmm)
d_mn, why the boy trel so rude i thought that we was cool
but now he wanna throw a attitude (b_tch)
why he don’t just pop out wit his boo
it’s been too long and we all know how he do
d_mn, why he see my b_tch and try too shoot
he said that she was cute
and comment on her picture “what it do”(pew pew pew pew)
racine n_gga i can show you how to move
and if you left the bedroom without the tool then you f_cked up the rules(pow)
trel and trxggatre up in this b_tch blew up a fuse
my n_gga like we steel and q b_tch but this ain’t juice(p_ssy)
i sparked a wood and sipped sum henny got me feelin’ loose
so tell ole dude he want a problem i won’t hesitate shoot
facetime wit a b_tch i had to put that hoe on mute
homie had sum info heard that you sum p_ssy for the crew(d_mn)
i ain’t even much surprised tho(nah)
when you was sucking i seen the look in ya eyes hoe(ahh)
ain’t got no time to be making a lil b_tch my hoe
i need a girlfriend, a lover, a f_cking psycho
nah i’m trippin, but i don’t need no f_cking side hoe
a bougie b_tch that want money nah not no thot hoe
i need a bonnie and clyde ready to die hoe
i need a girl that get that money and got side goals(i ain’t trippin’)
i know my grandma keep me safe tho(hmm)
ain’t been to church in a minute but got a safe soul(hmm)
ain’t been to church in a minute but i still pray tho(yea yea)
then i go get it and hustle go get the pesos(yea yea)
i want a g wagon, bentley, and a lambo
i want my kids to travel everywhere they wanna go
i want some diamonds iced out on my f_cking headstone
i’m off this beef sh_t back to the bread i gotta go(b_tch)
[outro: trxggatre & trel god]
yea…n_gga who want it n_gga, if you got beef wit my bruddas n_gga that mean you got beef wit all of us, wassup wit it, n_ggas want beef till i bring it to they cutting board, wassup wit it, let ‘em know tre, on me n_gga you know who it is, trxgga, trel god(trel god), you know what the f_ck going on n_gga, no n_gga want war wit us…you n_ggas p_ssy, had to spit heat in the booth(b_tch), had to spit heat in the booth, i chopped the top all off my coupe, hmm, you chopped the top off the coupe, well i did it too except mine like magic it went off like poof, the f_ck is you n_ggas gone do…b_tch!(b_tch)…ayee we ran that hoe

- trxggatre

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