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youngs teflon - true stories freestyle كلمات أغنية

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these are the streets and this is my life
hate me or love me, i’m trillin till the day that i die
if i get shot, i just hope the shooter look in my eyes
i grew up with them real shottas, either trapped or you died
real talk, it’s like thirty_six ounces, trapped outta thirty_six houses
and i just came back from the mountains
the mandem hate to rave without thirties in pouches
probably got it past thirty_six bouncers
can’t n0body touch the kid but couple rappers sound aight
but i ain’t tryna hear that sound all night
i’m from a place where we played out and then we stayed out all night
little snub trey pound on sight, it’s just the ghetto
and if she hide my skeng, she get a purse or stilettos
’cause i be tryna swerve from the gecko
south of france, sipping vino with my partner
suit with a french beret, nino in the carter
i’m just a throwback, air max bullets, the gold pack
my old heads was robbing with low jacks
i style like a daddy mac, two chopsticks and a cold yak
i shot ’em with the cannon, not kodak
i rub the lamp like aladdin, tryna rise up the genie
but you gon’ only hear me, not see me
’cause ain’t no smoke without fire, no lighting without thunder
and duppy know who fi monger
i’m with my mali bruddas, big lamb shank and bariis
kept bananas just to crank up the beef
i’m with a shawty getting top, same time, i’m blowing dank in the jeep
i had to tell her, “don’t dampen my seats”
i always had good credit before roblox
called my old plug “stoke”, he had them low blocks
back when i used to link him by the old docks
prada fisher hat and prada runners with the low socks
i got my style from the older goons
couple man was doing life, they’ll be home real soon
ayo, south london get the blood money
but i got clean money now, i ain’t gotta wash money
when i told bro, “bring the mac and cheese”
wasn’t talking ’bout pasta or bud
spill your chocolate and splatter your mug
rather chill out with my baby girl than go and drink yak in the club
but when i’m out, i get tackled with hugs
give all praises to allah but i been a demon
so when i go and k!ll a rapper, i don’t give a reason
never like to keep my cats in the winter freezing
so get your hoodie and your gloves now, it’s trilly season

- youngs teflon

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