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yung mal - cold turkey 2 كلمات الأغنية

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[intro]
(guddah tay on every beat, n_gga)

[verse 1]
these n_ggas ain’t real as you think, they wanna go big, but they can’t
yeah, smell like a pound when i walk in the bank
free all my n_ggas locked up with a shank
big dog, n_gga, h_ll yeah, i got rank
want a drink, lil’ n_gga, h_ll yeah, we got a pints
truck sound like a plane when that motherf_cker crank
the b_tch gon’ f_ck, so i made the ho wink

[chorus]
i got a ring on every finger, n_gga, i feel like the lord of the rings
my b_tch so bad, she look like the ones you see in the magazine
‘fore i made it with this rap sh_t, i was posted up, n_gga, servin’ fiends
turned the studio into a booty club, i rap while she shake ass for me

[verse 2]
i ain’t had no sleeve, i been grindin’ for weeks
come shop with us, n_gga, we got it for cheap
rap n_ggas still tryna run with the swag, you know this drip, they got it from me
swervin’ this benz, it’s waggin’ the g, i’m talkin’ ’bout barbie, the front got a b
can’t walk in the show ’til they pay me the fee
bet i walked on this b_tch if i got on the beat
and the beat, boy, came from gutta
fresh as f_ck, but i came out the gutter
one thing i can’t do is switch on my brother
f_ck these n_ggas, i been chasin’ money
my daddy always told me keep it a hundred
pay the plug right back if his ass got fronted
feds all of my d_ck, i’m the hood most wanted
and i’m not with that sucker sh_t, i don’t condone it
her p_ssy so good, i f_ck in the morning
way the b_tch talk, she be makin’ me h_rny
glock on my hip while a n_gga performin’
if it ain’t ’bout the money, it’s lame and borin’
bought a new house, but this sh_t four_stories
mama said, “n_gga, no nuts, no glory”
baby said she wanna suck and record it
i’m a 1.5 n_gga, but i come from new orleans
n_ggas be hatin’, boy, that sh_t be like poison
promoters can’t book me, they cannot afford me
n_ggas don’t like me, they keep that sh_t cordial
pay cash for this house, i ain’t got no mortgage
i got three phones, i can’t run out of storage
got bands on me, make her p_ssy get moist
i’m a player for real, so i don’t gotta force it
racks stuffed in my jeans, sh_t look like norbit
pull up in bentley, ferrari, and porsches
went got a check like a nike endors_m_nt
and i been k!llin’ the game like abortion
had to get rich, they ain’t leavin’ no choices
i’m in my bag, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout groceries
when i jump out that b_tch, n_gga, everybody notice it
chopper on me, get to singin’ like jodeci
never gon’ fold, i ain’t never had ho in me
[chorus]
i got a ring on every finger, n_gga, i feel like the lord of the rings
my b_tch so bad, she look like the ones you see in the magazine
‘fore i made it with this rap sh_t, i was posted up, n_gga, servin’ fiends
turned the studio into a booty club, i rap while she shake ass for me

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