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ynw melly - bitch (ft. jackboy toby) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
big bl!cks
big crip

[hook _ jackboy toby]
p_ssy keep it blunt
everybody know i keep a gun
where you from?
say the wrong thing and you get bussed’
juvy scr_p, and partna’
he’ll leave a n_gga slumped
free the guys, i can’t wait, the kennel finally jumped
sack off in the cut, melly count the bucks
we gon’ spin a benz just for talkin’ on that boy
crippin’ but my slime brothers leave a n_gga shook
you don’t want it now, i heard he runnin now

[verse 1 _ jackboy toby]
used to be a fighter but i’m dumpin’ now
runnin’ up on me, i hope he change his mind
cuz when it come to pressure, who gon’ win it, you or mine?
we got glizzy’s with them d_cks, you playin’ do or die, okay
big crip, got them sticks all in the couch
big smoke, b_tch we rollin’ all the ounces
do him bad, stand over him and get to bouncin’
got them sticks, so i pray i don’t hear no sigh
watch yo back, cuz most my n_ggas slime
we at your neck, like a pair of tennis diamonds
swing a block, b_tch you know i like surprises
with them sticks, so i pray i don’t hear no sigh
we gotta shoot it out, cuz i ain’t goin’ out, okay
and i ain’t tellin’ crackers sh_t, they gotta find it out, okay
and i been rollin’ like a b_tch, can’t even settle down
and i don’t know if it’s the percy but i’m trippin’ out
[verse 2 _ ynw melly]
aye, aye, first n_gga, we all in his mouth
used to have to hide the pistols at melissa house
yeah i’m talkin bout ma, yeah melissa house
now a n_gga got them m’s in his bank account
‘member when we used to hit l!cks with fake guns
then we went at hit a l!ck for some real guns
free up, free the dawgs and free wyan
diamonds water, had to drip, yeah like a pint
and we tryna get another band, another couple
if she f_ckin’ on the crew she gotta f_ck my brothers
and i’m walkin’ in your household, tryna eat your supper
pull up on you, melly baby, slimy motherf_cker
okay slime, slime, slime, get ’em, get ’em gone
shawty wanna f_ck, cuz she see me on patron
he all up on himself, he said he clutchin’ and he with it
pull up on that boy and get to bussin’ at his titty (pow)
fitted, no pity for none of these lil’ bitty_b_tches
melly baby bout action and he down to keep them riches
my n_gga creepin’ through yo sh_t, he cl!ckful, love them wrenches
we been slimin’ for real, really grimy for real
real gutter for real, toby, that’s my brother b_tch
hundred round on the pistol, we totin’ them cutters b_tch
two draco’s and some other f_ckin’ pistols
[?]
and we got the pistol, we gon’ aim it at the victim
pop that b_tch, achoo, how the way we sick him
pop at you, you f_ck with me then forget you
hop back to you b_tch place, you get [?]
[hook]
p_ssy keep it blunt
everybody know i keep a gun
where you from?
say the wrong thing and you get bussed’
juvy scr_p, and partna’
he’ll leave a n_gga slumped
free the guys, i can’t wait, the kennel finally jumped
sack off in the cut, melly count the bucks
we gon’ spin a benz just for talkin’ on that boy
crippin’ but my slime brothers leave a n_gga shook
you don’t want it now, i heard he runnin now

[verse 3 _ ynw melly]
pull up, pull up p_ssy n_gga with this hit stick
all these freaky b_tches rip it, ain’t no d_ck pics
and we call that hoe a [?] because her tongue [?]
i got bricks, in the mini ship, ridin’ with them gl!cks
i don’t care, about nothing b_tch, they shoot for me too
omg, who the f_ck is you, who the f_ck is he?
in atlanta, from the 772, a galaxy
ain’t nothing, we bout to go and get the racks b_tch
freaky b_tches kissin’ on me and they lesbian
i made that b_tch f_ck on me
i love my woadie, my good partner and my slime, we bleedin’ you n_ggas slowly
slatt, slap, stop the b_tches ‘fore we poke you
hop, out with sticks and then we rope you
with the yellow taint, b_tch
we ain’t playing with these n_ggas, we got h_lla drac’s, b_tch
i’m on what? what you mean, yeah i’m h_lla straight, b_tch
put this pistol that i got, man it’s h_lla g_y, b_tch
we ain’t playin’ with you n_ggas, don’t keep playin’ with me jhit
cuz this .40 got a d_ck and i’m aimin’ at your rib

- ynw melly

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