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vision blurry - scy jimm كلمات أغنية

[intro]
f_ck a n_gga
big scy sh_t, n_gga
sack chasing youngin
t2t, n_gga, trained to trap, what?
yeah (all that, all that)
uh, uh

[chorus]
i was walkin’ ’round here blind, f_cked up, vision blurry
found the booth and now we straight, told mon you ain’t gotta worry
couple years ago my shoes was dirty, still was out here servin’
now it’s fifty racks in a whip, i’m in somethin’ fast, sh_t, i’m swervin’
they say, “jimm, boy, you deserve it,” found a route and it’s been workin’
don’t move wrong, it make me nervous
n_gga play with us, we purgin’
how you havin’ on the ‘net but you broke as f_ck in person?
that’s a trench baby in a ‘cat, you hear this b_tch purrin’

[verse]
i’m tryna get my brothers home, free my n_ggas doin’ bids (on gang)
let a n_gga play with me, lil’ bro gon’ pop his lid (yeah)
whole time i was tryna show these n_ggas i’m him but they ain’t see it
lionhеarted, if it bleed like i bleed, then i don’t [?]
i likе my b_tches bad (yeah), i came up, n_ggas mad (n_ggas mad)
i used to want the ‘vette, but i been lookin’ at that tag
these n_ggas talkin’ foolish, i’m bringin’ real music back
what the f_ck you totin’ that glock for if you ain’t usin’ that?
gemini, i be trippin’, i’m still workin’ on my angle
it wasn’t sh_t inside my closet, now it’s designer clothes on my hanger
and this stick i’m clutchin’ on’ll turn a rapper to a singer
forever chasin’ after that bag, even if i break my ankles (f_ck)
i think i can go a whole week with what i made today
put on for the city, i done made it, b_tch, it’s safe to say
i’m pressure (pressure, n_gga)
we done been in d_mn near every whip except a tesla (on gang)
i wish a n_gga would, i’m movin’ careful with that metal
b_tch, i’m poppin’ like some kettle, young n_gga really from the ghetto
i got lil’ shawty head over heels like some stilettos (on gang)
i’ma be one of the greatest, n_gga, that’s somethin’ we can bet on (n_gga)
if i shoot my shot, it ain’t no missin’, b_tch, i’m dead on
(the f_ck?)
n_gga play, he get a headstone
he was flexin’ all that cheese, blew it, now his bread gone
tell me how you up and you ain’t put your mans on
i ain’t tryna cake, bae, i’m talkin’ money on this d_mn phone
[chorus]
i was walkin’ ’round here blind, f_cked up, vision blurry
found the booth and now we straight, told mon you ain’t gotta worry
couple years ago my shoes was dirty, still was out here servin’
now it’s fifty racks in a whip, i’m in somethin’ fast, sh_t, i’m swervin’
they say, “jimm, boy, you deserve it,” found a route and it’s been workin’
don’t move wrong, it make me nervous
n_gga play with us, we purgin’
how you havin’ on the ‘net but you broke as f_ck in person?
that’s a trench baby in a ‘cat, you hear this b_tch purrin’

- vision blurry

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