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veeze – ​​tramp stamp كلمات اغاني

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[intro]
(ddot cold as a motherf_cker, on god)
yeah

[verse 1]
how i’m gon’ leave? how i came in
fake broke on a b_tch ’cause she fake bad
tried to f_ck ‘fore i asked what her name is
airplane mode on a b_tch, she ain’t say yes
unlaced ricks, my mind playin’ tricks
replays of the hoes that i paid to hit
you want a competition, first to catch my attention
n_gga fakin’ litty, leave that for the b_tches
fake love all i’m gettin’, “veeze, what’s that you sippin’?”
four of red make my cream soda look like a penny
the drank be callin’ me the most when i think ’bout quittin’
slimeball like p. diddy, cake walk to get it
most sons in history, i should be in guinness
i can’t incriminate, i live illegitimate
need to stop makin’ hoes snakes ‘fore they k!ll me
need to stop makin’ promises, i know i live fast
she f_ckin’ on a famous n_gga, i know that p_ssy wet
you lonely enough to f_ck a lame n_gga, i feel bad
i’m puttin’ it up, my money old just like a grandad
i’m rich enough to put her son in piano actin’ classes
i’m the first n_gga from my hood with jet lag
i’m a dirty pop king, i’m buyin’ neverland
i’ma go black and white shorts, everlast
said she wanna tat, “veeze,” told her, “tramp stamp it”
[interlude]
yeah, i told her, “tramp stamp it”
said she wanna tat “veeze”, yeah, tramp stamp
yeah, i told her, “tramp stamp”
said she wanna tat “veeze”, uh, tramp stamp
yeah, i told her, “tramp stamp”
yeah
i’m in

[verse 2]
i’m in f_ck the fame mode, still get the weight gone
i can’t wear no bally, baby, used to be my play clothes
lot of sh_t in my blood, but it ain’t no hate though
f_ck the tsa though, jet turks and caicos
no persistent pay though, broke men hobbies
kept a four off the pint, pour an aaron rodgers
dog mad he ain’t got no d_mn dollars
she told me every problem while we was havin’ lobster
four d_mn pockets pokin’ out, it’s obvious
i’ll spend every dollar on a dead body
200k profit, me and swan mafia
lil’ bro on the highkey, got exotic broccoli
bl!cky got me comfy, xanny got me confident
crooked, always plottin’, gangster, bumpy johnson
type of n_gga see you ballin’, wanna foul you
type of n_gga gettin’ nowhere, d_ckridin’, gang
[outro]
(ddot cold as a motherf_cker, on god)

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