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ybn nahmir - belgium كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeah, you see
these n_ggas got me on this 17_hour flight, n_gga not tryna do none of this sh_t
on mamas, n_gga, what the f_ck?
[?]
what you want me to say on the phone, you weird ass n_gga?
okay, i’ma call you back later

[verse 1]
out in belgium, had to go coke with my plug for the week
had a good conversation how them b_tches come for cheese
i’m that n_gga that could put you on them scams you wanna eat
two seater, big bentley, money fallin’ out the seats
since rj tried to take it out, i told him, “leave it in the sink”
when a n_gga off that henny, swear to god that i don’t blink
what’s that sh_t you say? oh, hol’ on, b_tch, you know that we can link
in real life, these n_ggas hoеs, but be k!llers on the bеat
with these skinny ass jeans, this money knot up in my pocket
they cripple, you can tell, i call that b_tch my pocket rocket
plug, my n_ggas with my plug and now they callin’ me to sock it
told ’em, “keep it on the low,” ’cause you know them b_tches watchin’
my first time sellin’ poles, i saved up and bought some robin
only n_gga in my city made it out, because i’m poppin’
b_tch, i’ve been from the south, so get my d_ck out your mouth
n_ggas really ain’t know me, they just talkin’ for clout
[interlude]
(n_ggas better stop all that high power sh_t, ’cause if a n_gga askin’ for it, it’s gon’ come)
(he hit me in my dms talkin’ ’bout he need p’s, talkin’ ’bout he got an [?])
(shut your b_tch ass up)

[verse 2]
b_tch, i was kickin’ doors, sellin’ dro’, tryna run my bands up
tell ’em, “get on the floor,” they tie that n_gga hands up
got the drop from your b_tch, now i’m finna pick my pants up
the scenery get iffy, that’s gon’ get you and your mans bust
pop, now your sister, she got shot with that ak
same sh_t, different day now, i’m just posted with daedae
tay gon’ take a trip to vegas ’cause i told him, “it’s payday”
i’m that n_gga that be callin’ all the shots like i’m ray_ray
this ain’t no deuce deuce, b_tch, you see the .974
i’m a real street n_gga, i’m gon’ stick to the code
i know a couple of hard n_ggas that went down on they toes
preachin’ h_lla politics, but went down and they fold
fake ass ho, cheap, real sh_t, you a b_tch
take a trip to [?] just to cop me a stick
i found out n_ggas rattin’ and we gon’ bury his kids
why these n_ggas think they safe zone over the bridge?

[outro]
b_tch, i’ve been thuggin’ since a youngin
remember when my mama had to stuff they dope all up in them pumpkins
b_tch, he’s not a gangster crip
n_gga try to disrespect my rep, then i’ma empty out the clip

- ybn nahmir

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