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why g - a lot كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(adb, play that sh_t)
(kiz, what up?)

[chorus]
can’t count how many n_ggas i shot on your block, but i know it’s a lot
double stacked clip all up in my glock, it’s holding a lot
northside of jane, that’s too many k!llers, i don’t know how much but i know it’s a lot
at the southside of jane, got too many dead guys, i don’t how much but i know it’s a lot
number 35, christian, might go to church on sunday, but he still sinnin’ to allah
o’she, point blank, shot on his top
kwame, he runnin’ and beggin’ he stop
not a king cobra, these n_ggas are dojer, they’re switchin’ a bag, made more than a lot
can’t beef with a n_gga that don’t got no notch
you’re broke as f_ck, can’t even go buy a watch
[verse]
big glizzy, i don’t [?] and cotch
your b_tch a freak, she give me wozzle a lot
fly that boy, he in the sky, now he a astronaut
and that b_tch, she eatin’ d_ck like apricot
and the crocodile go through walls like juggеrnaut
put the yacht_master on when i go on a yacht
if you don’t got no bodiеs, don’t care who he shot
amiris and jordans, i wear them a lot
this jewelry three_hundred, you know that’s a lot
and you dead if we getting the drop
i keep pressin’ the gun ’til it stops
i could deal with a 30, it don’t need a mop
walk in the trap, come and shop
i turn a one into three, all rock
can’t serve a custy that look like a cop
f_ck up the place, might whip it straight, drop
these p_ssies, they know how much bodies i caught
and you dare to get me, and you get into a swamp
and my neck and wrist cold, but my gun, it stay hot
walk ’em down, point blank, cookin’ his top
you let the sharks swim, you watching jaws
i’m more icier than santa claus
the b_tton in the back of my glock say, “pause”
if i up it, automatic us
[chorus]
can’t count how many n_ggas i shot on your block, but i know it’s a lot
double stacked clip all up in my glock, it’s holding a lot
northside of jane, that’s too many k!llers, i don’t know how much but i know it’s a lot
at the southside of jane, got too many dead guys, i don’t how much but i know it’s a lot
number 35, christian, might go to church on sunday, but he still sinnin’ to allah
o’she, point blank, shot on his top
kwame, he runnin’ and beggin’ he stop
not a king cobra, these n_ggas are dojer, they’re switchin’ a bag, made more than a lot
can’t beef with a n_gga that don’t got no notch
you’re broke as f_ck, can’t even go buy a watch

- why g

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