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z (of firing squad) – i aint thinkin bout a b*tch كلمات اغاني

[chorus: lon gotti]
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch
i’m just trynna get rich and cash out with my n_ggas
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch
smoking these swishers, staying clear of these snitches
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch

[verse 1: lon gotti]
i’m focused
thinking back on when i was the brokest
now i be the dopest
flyer than the locusts
hustle game ferocious cause i used to feel hopeless
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch man, f_ck these b_tches
i’m trynna get rich and cash out with my n_ggas
smoking these swishers staying clear of these snitches
i do it by myself, i don’t need no witness
i’m lon gotti the illest
also known as the fly guy
i connect like wifi
gеt respect like wisе guy
in the hood like popeyes
some cakes and popeyes
ks and glock 9s
broad days and walk_bys
these n_ggas ain’t playing so i’m spraying
i’m stacking money, now they acting funny damming wins
i be at the function with a stack of hundreds, what you saying
throwing money, busting rubber bands by the grand
[chorus: lon gotti]
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch
i’m just trynna get rich and cash out with my n_ggas
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch
smoking these swishers, staying clear of these snitches
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch
i’m just trynna get rich and cash out with my n_ggas
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch
smoking these swishers, staying clear of these snitches
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch

[verse 2: z]
i’m thinking chips in my khakis (get it)
it was spliff, no tabacci
with some fives gate slappy
f_ck, oh where’s the bucket with the m_ffler, wanna drag it
as long as this money stacking we can push the global map in (go)
comfortable with rapping but gin flip while i’m laughing (ha)
these metaphors to cash, you’ve been living it
it’s what we gassing (c’mon)
rum and coke or smoke whenever we stop rapping
but whenever we ain’t smoking we rapping, don’t try to ask me (haha)
we the one the type to ignite in the foreign rap scene
pull a knife and try to threaten your life by simple chances (get ’em)
they dim for the lights
i’m reciting i’m goring bambi
and got the price on the pounder at nights if you understand me (get it)
maneuvering the function like i’m something out my motor (motor?)
i will concentrate your cum and i can smell the money odor (ugh)
merchandise on shoulder when you see me wobble over
though my d_ckeys scoot on over with a snubby on the hand
[chorus: lon gotti]
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch
i’m just trynna get rich and cash out with my n_ggas
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch
smoking these swishers, staying clear of these snitches
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch
i’m just trynna get rich and cash out with my n_ggas
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch
smoking these swishers, staying clear of these snitches
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch

[verse 3: ran sav]
hashtag that
i be on my grind, hoes be like “where the sav at?”
i be h_lla high like, “n_gga where them dabs at?”
money on my mind like “b_tch where the cash at?”
résumé solid
whip game polished
really couldn’t call it so i went out and bought it
money be the tallest cause my cellphone popping
i ain’t doing much talking, i just pick ’em up and drop ’em
m_m_money over b_tches, snitches get ditches
p_ssy n_ggas get careful
put him in intensive
.40s with extensions
no i ain’t pretending
catch me with a thot, then you know i’m probably pimping
c_catch me on yo block then you know i’m probably tripping
see me with my dogs then you know i’m gonna send ’em
f_ck these n_ggas too
i ain’t trynna friend ’em
i got thirty shots that a n_gga trynna send ’em
[chorus: lon gotti]
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch
i’m just trynna get rich and cash out with my n_ggas
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch
smoking these swishers, staying clear of these snitches
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch
i’m just trynna get rich and cash out with my n_ggas
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch
smoking these swishers, staying clear of these snitches
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch

[verse 4: illest uminati]
road_tripping
tripping on these road_trips
i smoke big
party hard till the coke drips
cold sweats, my flow known to get these hoes wet
but it’s money on my mind, i’m not thinking ’bout no b_tch
i’d rather turn the f_ck up with my relatives
off some uppers evened out with some sedatives
the club owner mad as f_ck, he even let me in
but i don’t give a f_ck unless we talking benjamin’s
or we talking drugs
hey, z pass the bottle
f_ck a b_tch, get money that’s the motto
b_tch n_ggas talk sh_t, catch a hollow
me and my n_ggas off to party till tomorrow
doing sh_t you little wack n_ggas wish you could
you wouldn’t step to my face if i dissed your hood
it’s all on a b_tch and its all good
fifth of patron, eighth of weed and a backwood

[outro: lon gotti]
i ain’t thinking ’bout a b_tch

- z of firing squad

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