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veeze - you know i كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
we’re not against rap, we’re not against rappers (yeah)
no, my bad, i ain’t even mean to say that (greatest rapper alive man, on the mic, man, mic check)
but we are against those thugs
new phone
yeah
gang, gang
yeah (yeah)

[verse 1]
runnin’ out ain’t no option
goin’ broke ain’t even in my thought process
sub that ho, i got a whole roster
let go of my swag like an eggo waffle
lil’ n_gga stashin’ the baby bottle
got all this sh_t, didn’t pray about it (nah)
no haircut, but the ladies love it (nah)
do sh_t, no deal, got the labels salty (n_gga)
still gun tucked, don’t stare that hard
lil’ n_gga, it’s a nеw sheriff around
hit the bank, get a bag likе set it off
boy, girl, got gas like chevron
controllin’ the b_tch like an _n_log
i’m shakin’ these b_tches like allen i. (shakin’ these b_tches)
i ain’t datin’, these b_tches get carry_out (yeah)
back to street, the b_tch chew me and spit me out
could’ve took the whole world, i ain’t even try
girl, ganger my name, but don’t wear it out
if you ain’t got a million dollars, then you can be quiet (shh)
offer one point five, they better keep bribin’
“why you ain’t drop yet?” man, being honest
i’m in the crib with the pints, n_gga, detoxin’
stop worryin’ ’bout me, get a pee pot
i’m double c shoppin’, b_tch look like kylie (i swear to god)
[chorus]
you know i dress like video, ‘fit, i ain’t care about it (you know i)
break my heart, rappin’ ’bout trap, he ain’t pack no heroin
head in my lap, got her f_ckin’ up her lip gloss
man, i got techs, i’m embarrassed what the sh_t cost (yeah)
n_ggas ain’t me, they just make a lot of diss songs
b_tch want a pic with the 7 mile chris brown
you know i get fresh as h_ll, i ain’t even gotta go out
i know i ‘posed to save hip_hop, but i ain’t really got time
you know i—
ayy, girl, you know i—

[verse 2]
yeah, you know i dog ’em, love ’em, f_ck ’em, leave ’em, boy, i don’t f_ckin’ need ’em
check out my denim, ain’t seen ’em, boy, i’m ahead of season
new hundreds in that goyeezy make married b_tches cheaters
i know fed agents gon’ see me, i got on bright moncleezy (frrt, frrt, frrt)
i smoke bubba, ain’t no sticks and stems (yeah)
probably ’cause he study all my songs, we sound similar (probably ’cause he study)
allergic to these broke_ass n_ggas, sippin’ syrup like benadryl
fetty percs, it got him fightin’ demons, he ain’t did a k!ll (i swear to god)
she is not a bad b_tch, every pic, she call an editor
i am not no trick, i put a gold digger in the back of he_rs_
said she wanted a s_x tape with the kid, she gotta neck me first
say i did her worser than her ex, but b_tch, my last name worst, you dig? (you ain’t heard?)
[outro]
yeah, you know i—
yeah, what you say, reef?
you know i—
i need to get on there
you know i dress like video, ‘fit, i ain’t care about it
break my heart, rappin’ ’bout trap, he ain’t pack no heroin
yeah

- veeze

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