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willie the kid - bermuda كلمات أغنية

[intro]
brady (yo)
ayo, yo, yo
yo, tcp

[verse 1: willie the kid]
i need my b_tch loyal to my bullsh_t, no republican
rich enough to be republican, the mornin’ joe (yo, yo, yo)
f_ck the joe public, this ain’t no lil pump (knahimean?)
we big pimpin’, trump type, i’m not your average joe
duct tape on the pump, stick talk, wooden stock, uh
i come from good stock, knock your block off (yo, yo)
a chip off the o block, this ain’t tiktok
my own n_ggas think they o’block (yeah), the new o_dog (hahahaha)
young, black, and don’t give a f_ck (yeah), i’m givin’ jobs
i don’t steal, i rob, black turtle neck (yo, yo, yo)
like i’m steve jobs, key fobs and keep pads too
atleast three pads, pad lock the sh_t
you n_ggas better off dead, my bullets sprayin’ like bad news
news cameras on half thе avenue (sh_t taped off)
uh, thеy say bad news travels fast (yo, yo, yo)
bally shoes in my travel bag (the fly, n_gga)
old horsemouth b_tch, dior saddle bag
i’m flaggin’ redbones, like a yellow cab

[interlude: willie the kid & rome streetz]
it’s willie
i’m just f_ckin’ with you, baby
you know i f_ck with you (ayo)
[verse 2: rome streetz]
my b_tch a goddess, her look exotic (aha)
right there when i’m cookin’ product, said, “baby, you got it, all them n_ggas garbage” (n_ggas trash)
if you stupid, you should do the knowledge (word)
and keep your mouth silent if your speech ain’t got nothin’ to do with dollars (shut the f_ck up)
as a youth, kept the deuce deuce pocket_popper (popper)
put some hot copper in your posture
first them n_ggas give you props and then they try to mock ya
try to duplicate my dance moves, fool, you just another imposter (f_ck outta here)
attempt to ride my wave and got washed, look, now my stock up (aha)
i rap, i’m still a crook, got blind b_tches tryna watch us (for real)
every day a different designer rocker (yuh)
easy for me to eat in this era, ’cause these n_ggas here ain’t rhymin’ proper (n_ggas washed)
take a hit of this, align your chakras
when i dine, it’s ocean prime with the lobster, shots of vodka (what else?)
suit and tie, been thuggin’ like ‘pac when he shot the cops up (aha)
all these n_ggas food, i view this rap sh_t as a potluck (i do)
no wins is what you got in mi casa, you a hasa
probably got pork on your plate, you n_ggas washed up

[outro: rome streetz]
f_ck outta here

- willie the kid

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