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ytb recordz – we dem كلمات اغاني

[intro: trucarr]
trucarr
ayy, scarfdawg
(scum, you finessed this one)
ayy

[verse 1: trucarr]
reminiscing about all the sh_t we did, like how the f_ck this happen?
couple fallouts with all my n_ggas, but still the one that’s gon’ get active
all that love sh_t, it don’t matter, ayy
n_gga, you don’t know what you doin’ after
take it to the hood, see the hood gas it up
i’m a drug master
on another page, another chapter
n_ggas tryna get up with me, climb the ladder
if you ain’t got a dime, you was flippin’, that sh_t backwards
buddy ain’t got no money and he was tryna get a pack first
n_ggas out here broke, ain’t gotta tell me, i know your back hurt
quick to come up off that b_tch, she start to gettin’ on my last nervе
they think they know just how i feel, this expеnsive pain
drip check, what i got on? expensive things
can’t put you on just what i’m on, that’s expensive game
i got your b_tch givin’ me head while i’m switchin’ up lanes
catch me in my city gettin’ litty, get hit with them flames
comin’ with that biz, then it really ain’t sh_t to explain (at all)
[chorus: trucarr]
we them n_ggas (we them), we them n_ggas (we them)
we them n_ggas, we them n_ggas, yeah
we them n_ggas (we them), we them n_ggas (we them)
we them n_ggas (we them), we them n_ggas, yeah
and they can’t stop us
let ’em think that we won’t get the lo’ and f_ck ’round, pop up
i could pass it to my dog, i know that he gon’ drop somethin’
n_gga just be mad the whole time ’cause he don’t got nothin’

[verse 2: r3 da chilliman]
we them n_ggas with fat chains and wock’ pints
my pockets stuffed ’cause i’m the n_gga that catch flights
we throwin’ signs, b_tch, them stand for the gang
been crashin’ whips, i’m tryna crash a mulsanne
it’s a pistol party any time you see us hangin’ out
whole lotta money, we brought the benzes and ranges out
like bill russell, all my knuckles got rings
bought raf simons after i left ling ling
i’m in the club throwin’ ones with my gravediggers
he doin’ everything i do, i raised n_ggas
your juice fake, that sh_t floatin’, he whooped you
swiper, no swiper, tuck your chain ‘fore i book you
i’m r3 the great, your b_tch keep tellin’ me i’m the one
catch who lackin’? i don’t go nowhere without my gun
we the n_ggas with the money, that’s why your b_tch wanna f_ck
in the club with my blower, i’ll blow a n_gga if i get touched
[chorus: trucarr]
we them n_ggas (we them), we them n_ggas (we them)
we them n_ggas, we them n_ggas, yeah
we them n_ggas (we them), we them n_ggas (we them)
we them n_ggas (we them), we them n_ggas, yeah
and they can’t stop us
let ’em think that we won’t get the lo’ and f_ck ’round, pop up
i could pass it to my dog, i know that he gon’ drop somethin’
n_gga just be mad the whole time ’cause he don’t got nothin’

[verse 3: stoneda5th]
we the n_ggas that bounce out with glocks and switches on ’em
y’all the type of n_ggas to go to jail and stop g_ngb_ngin’
catch him loafin’ on his block, leave his brains hangin’
spin around they block itchin’ for a body, tryna get him gone
try to smoke an opp, then put him in a song
you can’t name one time i seen an opp and ain’t get my boogie on
glock 27 hit his throat, now his heart a drink
you better get your b_tch, she tryna make me her new sneaky link
last n_gga played with gang ended up in the flame
the way your b_tch gave me brains, she a hall of famer
upped the glocky, popped him in his face ’cause i heard he had a banger
baby popped a perc’ and went perc’ crazy
don’t try to shake my hand, i ain’t your friend, i don’t know you n_ggas
dissin’ on the ‘gram, it’s fun and games ’til we push up on your n_ggas
i was in whoopty_whoop with a chop on me with a stick in it
switch eat his whip and sent his ass to the heaven gates
[chorus: trucarr]
we them n_ggas (we them), we them n_ggas (we them)
we them n_ggas, we them n_ggas, yeah
we them n_ggas (we them), we them n_ggas (we them)
we them n_ggas (we them), we them n_ggas, yeah
and they can’t stop us
let ’em think that we won’t get the lo’ and f_ck ’round, pop up
i could pass it to my dog, i know that he gon’ drop somethin’
n_gga just be mad the whole time ’cause he don’t got nothin’

- ytb recordz

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