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yfn lucci & 21 savage - pieces on my neck. كلمات أغنية

[intro: yfn lucci]
yeah, yeah
hm, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
look

[verse 1: yfn lucci]
why n_ggas painting they nails and livin’ fairytales?
i was sittin’ up in my cell, i chose not to tell
i remember running from 12, now we in v12
i thought i was surrounded by real, guess i ain’t see well
guess i got to say my farewell, i need some fresh air
thought i could take everyone there, but it got us no where
when i drop i need to be felt, i never cared about how many we sell
ay, boonk, tell ’em about the women we shared
they say, “more money, more problems,” i say, “more money, more tell”
when everything start fallin’, then when it all get’s cleared
but now that’s all in the rear, my future brighter than the ice in my ear
ay, tell ’em ain’t n0body nice as i am, for real

[spoken: yfn lucci]
yeah, for real
you know
a million dollar worth of game, n_gga
ten million in cash, n_gga
five on a house, n_gga
the rest in my mouth, you know what the f_ck goin’
[verse 2: yfn lucci]
look, pieces on my neck, they barely cost me nothin’
treat these racks like it ain’t sh_t, ’cause i know it gon’ keep coming
all these paper cuts, sh_t hurt in my thumb, but i keep thumbing
they don’t play with us, once i ring the alarm, just know they coming
look, ‘rari truck smashin’ off the lot, me and cousin
look, we was hot, but we beat that case, me and buddy
look, double_cup, pour a four for lil’ bro
everytime n_ggas mention us, we shot they sh_t up
everytime somebody mention us, the whole pullin’ up
that mclaren trunk ain’t big enough, that sh_t can’t fit in there, too much sutff
i was pimpin’ her, she bought me too much, uh, too much stuff
ayy, is it real or not? that sh_t can’t fit in there, too much stuff
look, free q money, all this sh_t her [?], i’m a foreign freak
got a foreign fleet, foreign b_tch sittin’ in my passenger seat
she don’t wanna go out to eat, she wanna eat, b_tch, i been a p
yeah, every time we f_ck she tell me it was made for me
my lil’ bro a smacker, somethin’ like [jugg?], yeah, major leagues
she thought it was more than what it was, ’til i made her leave
he thought it was more than what it was, hit him with the cross
now he sharin’ a grave with lil’ bro, i’m a f_ckin’ boss

[spoken: 21 savage]
yeah, you know i’m a nine_figure n_gga
we put ’em up, ten by ten
spin that b_tch and spin it again
you b_tch, you
we chasin’ money, n_gga, f_ck friends
p_ssy, okay
[verse 3: 21 savage]
twenty grand, they’ll knock ya big dog off (facts)
pour the syrup real muddy, but i never cough (facts)
thousand bags of the turks got him goin’ lost
i might throw a drive in they hood ’cause they broke and soft (on god)
half a ticket every time i hold my wrist up (facts)
you could f_ck my brother, bae, just let me f_ck your sister (facts)
i look out for my b_tches, i ain’t never been a tricker
if she ask me for some money, first i’m holdin’ it against her (21)
gia, my stones, it’s a diffrence, these expensive (straight up)
he was tough on instagram until they came and spinned him (frrt)
buy my cars, cash, nah, i used to trap in rentals
and the n_ggas that you look out for, the main ones that get you (godd_mn)
yeah, all that back bitin’, i been the flip (b_tch)
i’m wealthy now, you say my name, ho, add the mister (b_tch)
still hangin’ in the trenches with my pistol
i love them ratchet b_tches, eat hot cheetos with the pickles (b_tch)
got her body done twice, but it’s still smooth (21)
give me head and get chanel, i’m in a good mood (yeah)
that p_ssy boy ain’t k!lled sh_t, he a good dude
they sent his ass down the road, he was good food (ain’t poke nothin’)
i’m the type to get you splat, then play it cool (smoke ’em)
next time you see your twin, gon’ be on the news (21)
i ain’t never liked authority, i skipped school (facts)
any day, you pick a pocket, it be all blues (facts)
they tried to go against me, but they all lose (21)
grape street inside my cup, got me dj screwed
you put that b_tch inside your will, then your will a fool (stupid)
she wake up and make you breakfast, then she send me nudes (stupid)
had a threesome with her friends, but she never knew (21)
i pop sh_t like i’m the one and there ain’t a two (on god)
you ever go against the team, you get fandueled
we put that chopper on your twin, n_gga, and you (b_tch)
[outro: 21 savage]
b_tch, b_tch
b_tch, b_tch, b_tch, b_tch

- yfn lucci 21 savage

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