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word play – damn right i got it كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]
d-mn right i got it, d-mn right i got it
racks up in my pocket, got so much green it’s like i’m snotty
sh-tting on n-gg-s, gotta potty, this trigger on this 30, imma pop it
k!ll yourself lil’ n-gg- like kurt cobain and his shotty
my swag so vibrant, your b-tch say she want it
she asked if i had that rubber, i said, “d-mn right i got it”
honey cocaine, i’d bang her, tw-tching ’cause i’m a stranger
i’ll smash it, i’ll bash it, home run, texas ranger
word play is too raw, no t-raww like tyga
i keep that 9, i call it my lighter, spit my lyrics, i’ll set you on fire
imma unsigned artist, i draw guns like an artist
i’m a1, i’m the smartest
nah, your b-tch give me brain now she’s the smartest
black -ss n-gg- your a ninja, putting up my middle finger
eating that p-ssy like zingers, i don’t pull muscles i pull triggers
word play is so raunchy, i can turn the mall into a block party
they b-tches be so naughty, yeah, they government name is probably bonnie
and clyde, b-tch open your eyes
eating these clown -ss rappers, mcdonald’s fries
i’m in a f-cking new era and i ain’t talking about this snapback
this b-tch so dirty sucked all the b-lls out my sack

[chorus]
f-ck n-gg-, get ya bands up
f-ck n-gg-, get ya bands up
f-ck n-gg-, get ya bands up
we getting money, we trust up
it’s a stick up, get your hands up
it’s a stick up, get your hands up
it’s a stick up, get your hands up
i’m getting money, i’m turnt up

[verse 2]
dark n-gg- but my b-tch light, on that curren$y sh-t, that jet life
b-tches that’s fake as my id that’s that sh-t that i don’t like
i ain’t tryna cuff, i just wanna f-ck
n-gg-s be stuttering l-l-like daffy duck
black circle on this ice, that’s hockey puck
you ran out of bullets, you sh-t out of luck
so much p-ssy, i got a kitty litter
that loud be smelling like kitty litter
we’ll throw you out the window, we litter
i’ll f-ck your b-tch and your sister
your b-tch be calling me mister
come through your hood like twister
pop the trunk and pull out guns about the size of hitler
the holocaust ain’t got sh-t on what i’m ’bout to do to your crew
i wish this n-gg- could, choo-choo
i k!lled this beat, now what you gon do
and i’m out, and i ate all the food in your house
red phillies snapback and you know what i’m ’bout b-tch!

- word play

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