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zemult - provolone my purse كلمات أغنية

[intro]
a lot of bad songs, buildin’ this sh_t up from dirt
and, yeah, my dad gone, too bad, that sh_t not a nerf
i’m really that strong, they say, “how the f_ck you not hurt?”
i’m gettin’ fat, man, drinkin’ and i gotta burp
uh

[chorus]
ten feet tall when i stand on all of my money
smoke that strong, so my mama finna come for me
i don’t f_ck with hoes, i’m gettin’ robbed, they took my artery
punchin’ in the holes, do some shottin’, that sh_t bodily
brain on the floor, i’m screamin’, “na_na_ni, na_na_na_ni”
brain overflowed and she stompin’ it, stompin’ it in
three hoes and they hop in the cullinan_n
bankroll gettin’ long, goin’ shoppin’ again
pump_fakin’ n_gga claimin’ he not from the ‘burbs
stop claimin’, n_gga, you gon’ get put on a shirt
my father died, a b_tch_ass n_gga, he dead in the dirt
i promise what you think he did, he had did it and worse
had three bonеs, had to stretch it and make that sh_t work
bad redbonе, sh_t, i’ma grab it and she finna twerk
struttin’ like a bad ho, provolone, provolone my purse
she think that the bag gone, baby, no, i gotta lurk
a lot of bad songs, buildin’ this sh_t up from dirt
and, yeah, my dad gone, too bad, that sh_t not a nerf
i’m really that strong, they say, “how the f_ck you not hurt?”
i’m gettin’ fat, man, drinkin’ and i gotta burp
slay got swag, he screamin’, “na_na_ni, na_na_na_ni”
smokin’ gas and the buds, they was noddin’ with me
we got hoes screamin’, “na_na_ni, na_na_na_ni”
two rolls and it’s punchin’ me violently
[chorus]
ten feet tall when i stand on all of my money
smoke that strong, so my mama finna come for me
i don’t f_ck with hoes, i’m gettin’ robbed, they took my artery
punchin’ in the holes, do some shottin’, that sh_t bodily
brain on the floor, i’m screamin’, “na_na_ni, na_na_na_ni”
brain overflowed and she stompin’ it, stompin’ it in
three hoes and they hop in the cullinan_n
bankroll gettin’ long, goin’ shoppin’ again
pump_fakin’ n_gga claimin’ he not from the ‘burbs
stop claimin’, n_gga, you gon’ get put on a shirt
my father died, a b_tch_ass n_gga, he dead in the dirt
i promise what you think he did, he had did it and worse
had three bones, had to stretch it and make that sh_t work
bad redbone, sh_t, i’ma grab it and she finna twerk
struttin’ like a bad ho, provolone, provolone my purse
she think that the bag gone, baby, no, i gotta lurk
a lot of bad songs, buildin’ this sh_t up from dirt
and, yeah, my dad gone, too bad, that sh_t not a nerf
i’m really that strong, they say, “how the f_ck you not hurt?”
i’m gettin’ fat, man, drinkin’ and i gotta burp
slay got swag, he screamin’, “na_na_ni, na_na_na_ni”
smokin’ gas and the buds, they was noddin’ with me
we got hoes screamin’, “na_na_ni, na_na_na_ni”
two rolls and it’s punchin’ me violently

- zemult

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