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uglyfrank – bossa كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]
i do my dirt all by my lone
ride with a b-tch comin’ down off a four
get top, top down, glock firin’ at the po
pop pop 2 shots n-gga dyin’ at the store
life a b-tch kinda fine i decided to stroke
’bout mine n-gga pop the door
i’m lyin’ if i said i wasn’t stuntin’
cause i pull up with a hunnid straight chummin’ suicidin’ the doors
with a rolex, no stress no sweat
and a gold tec, don’t let me flex
runnin’ the game so you know i gotta get it in blood if another n-gga owe me checks
early nas just a young n-gga stuck up in the jungle started snortin’ lines
put the gat up
push a n-gga
if you f-ckin’ up the money mother mary have mercy on a spoiled child
you know
god is a gamble
black thoughts, white b-tch, black rambo
my mind all f-cked up so corrupt
you don’t want gun play you don’t got enough ammo p-ssy
tell a p-ssy n-gga push me
p-ssy n-gga dead, i’mma dead it right there
since a young buck bumping young buck
got potato on the pump
yellin’ n-gga no fair no fair n-gga
hot land cold air n-gga
i’m ridin’ with the k
i’m down for the gang
all gold rope chain signify that fact that i ride with the flame
sw-ng out, on the block bang out
put the tre out, few shots rang out
blap blap blap jumpin’ in the back of the ‘lac
duck back to the spot fade out like

[hook: 8x]
it’s murda
it’s murda
it’s murda
it’s murda

[verse 2]
aw sh-t you done p-ssed him off
p-ss drunk with his pistol drawn
pit stop with the dope spot
money don’t stop won’t stop so i gotta get the bricks to sort
i ain’t never been rich before
i ain’t never had sh-t before
so i ain’t never gonna stop
i’mma keep my burner on the right side
i’mma keep my work in a ziploc
you know
god is a gamble
black thoughts, white b-tch, black rambo
at age nine it was gang signs
i bang nines shavin’ numbers off the handle
holla if you runnin’ widdit
black jeep with a duffle in it
full of cane and a shovel in it
i do a little time to time
my n-gga said i’m depressed i confess that i struggle with it
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with it
can’t stand when a n-gga say they know me
you don’t mothaf-ckin’ know me
i don’t know myself
murda money murda murda money on my mind
four xanax to control myself
f-ck the game a road full of hiccups and pain
my heart stained i unload myself
look, look but
you know
…me
h-ll naw i let the sh-lls off
bullets propel
another p-ssy n-gga turned bail
hard body n-gga turned stale
soft body n-gga turned frail
whip scale and i sip ale
sip ale and i skip bail
fish tail ’round the corner in a drop top
fish tail ’round the corner cause the block hot
fish tail run up on ’em n-gga pop pop
roll out

[hook]

- uglyfrank

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