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willtharapper – minute man كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(no way, jose)
yeah, yeah, uhh (yeah)
okay (sso)

[verse]
don’t gotta post on instagram
you hear my songs, you know i’m in my jam
a.k.a. the minute man, you call my phone for [?]
i just got some yeah_yeah from my you_know, it came with a 10
[?] on the 23, i clique this b_tch [?]
don’t go snappin’ photos, tell ’em get me on the polaroid
rock out if there’s opps out, i’ma crank this b_tch like soulja boy
yeah you know i keep a stick, chase you when this gt hit
i don’t drink no liquor but i’m quick to bust a pt [?]
n_ggas be tippin’, that last n_gga did all the dancin’
got p_ssed when he got him his sh_t back
i’m a magician, that n_gga a rapper
his silly ass got himself thrown in the trickback
i thought a n_gga was out here defendin’ that man till i seen the paperwork on his snitch ass
doin’ the dash on the [?]
if i slam on the brakes, then you might f_ck around and gеt whiplash
227 with switches turn purpin’ ass n_ggas to b_tches
sleepin’ in ditches
n_gga want dopе, he got soap
only thing he doin’ with that is right cleanin’ the dishes
y’all let me pray for my son, i ain’t fakin’ for none
i tell y’all this as real as it get
they say you live by the gun, you gon’ die by the gun
so i guess i’ma die with a stick
high as a b_tch, i could fly off a cliff
reach for my neck, i’ma fire off the hip
turn my demon up, you must be off some angel dust
chop it like trey songz, i let it sing and wake the neighbors up
you p_ssy n_ggas always goin’ hard until you tape em’ up
only time i bled up in this sh_t i had a papercut
and that’s because i run my paper up
if he reachin’ for my chain, then i’m punching n_ggas down
we can’t drag him on the stage, we gon’ jump em’ in the crowd
every time the bass drop, we gon’ stomp him to the sound
20 pounds was a lot, it ain’t nothin’ to us now
bust it down, flood the town
most them n_ggas just some b_tches, all my opps ain’t even rivals
bet this brand new 23 could take chicago to the finals
i make 50 in this trap fit
thought n_ggas was 100, paid me 50 with this rap sh_t
they block too high for us, but if they come through we gon’ splat sh_t
this semi_auto like a semitruck the way it flesh it
on a [?] pt
i’m usually in the scat but not today, i’m driving gt
and they don’t hit the lights
they know i’m gone, soon as they see me
i’m never lost, they on my ass but i’ma tell this b_tch regardless
if you think i’m scared to go to jail then go look at my charges
don’t get me started
this b_tch asked to pull some green, this b_tch must be r_t_rded
and my trap steady boomin’ like it’s 106 in pot
if a n_gga wanna [?], then i tell ’em bring me 106 in pot
i be ready, flesh a n_gga, i just want some sh_t to start
i ain’t [?], go get a blunt to pick [?]
where you trap, where you stay, i’m tryna make a play today
tired of husslin’ everyday, i’m tryna make a way today
we was starvin’ yesterday, but we gon’ make a play today
we went ballin’ yesterday, but now we make a fade [?]
i be tryna quit these habits, but i ain’t gon’ quit today
it be feelin’ like them millions with my name a l!ck away
[outro]
(just a couple flips away, tell them millions, [?])
(wait, wait, 50k)

- willtharapper

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