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young scooter - no killa كلمات الأغنية

[intro: young scooter]
haha
yung lan on the track
trauma [?]
jugg, king

[chorus: young scooter]
real street n-gg-, ain’t no flaws in me
half a ticket on me, and i ain’t brought it all with me
if you my n-gg-, i keep it real, i let you ball with me
they caught us with it, i took the charge, ain’t let you fall with me
and i ain’t gon’ let you walk with me, you ain’t crawl with me
ten chains on, but i ain’t brought it all with me
[?] thunder storm, pounds, droppin’ ’bout a fifty
first foreign i ever had was a 650 (skrt, skrt)

[verse 1: young scooter]
me and five-fifty had pounds for four-fifty
my partner tired, gave me half on a six-fifty
f-ck the feds, free [?] and og ricky
i’m part of the mob, just like gotta, get the strap fifty
and i ain’t leavin’ out the house without the sack with me
at sixteen i was in school and i had crack with me
everyday breakin’ in houses, me and mob [?]
stayed down, got a thirty-six, call it jerome bettis
f-cked the money up and told side bring a fifty
a hundred a piece, [?] me and future, thats a quarter milli
in two months i made six m’s stretching work like a gym
i love my n-gg-s just like brothers, so thank god for them

[verse 2: guap tarantino]
bought that nine milli from q baby it cost me six-fifty
used to punch on n-gg-s with scooby and jj
fool caught a body, i was selling them jpeg
i ain’t wanna die, was only in sixth grade
we was gettin’ shot at i’m calling [?]
i know last week send my mama a dub
then walked in barneys and spent like eight k
i was like fifteen, up in the club
glock under my belt, had that b-tch on [?]
then i got shot, tell the police none
my mama knew she was raisin’ a thug
walk in that b-tch, three empty guns
sh-t is gon’ sweep that under the rug
remember i ran through that six, then ain’t have none
tastin’ lil pints, told ’em get in blood
now i’m spendin’ a whole bunch of hundreds
hey lil pint, what you sippin’, the blood?
what i’m ins with bloods
what i’m ins with one-fifty thugs
thats how we went on the run
we ain’t get bored, shoot n-gg-s for fun
we try and practice on ’em
oh, you thought he wasn’t no factor, huh?

- young scooter

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