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lirik lagu simba - 500 bars 3

16 i was trappin spent my re-up on pistols
my n-gg- iquan got locked i swear the boy was official
might kidnap a n-gg- kids like they hansel and gretel
we blowin n-gg-s heads off so keep ya sh-t on the swivel
picked up the nine and started shooting
b-tch i ain’t even dribble
n-gg-s out here dropping dimes so they get hit with 4 nickels
i-i just took a n-gg- b-tch she said his pockets too little
and you can’t come across that bridge don’t give a f-ck bout no riddle
b-b-tch i scored
f-ck up little b-tch it’s war
clean a n-gg- up like ch-r-s
bodies h-tting the floor
soon as we kick in the door
now you not living no more
that 50 gon roar
this sh-t gon look like a wh-r-
so much blood said this sh-t gore
my b-tch is a wh-r-
got a red juicy couture
she want new sh-t from the store
my n-gg- you boring
you ain’t getting money you bored
hope you get blessed by the lord
i don’t use a sword
and i am not in a ford
i’mma still skrt in the audi
i’m busting juggs in my county
sorry your head got a bounty
only real k!llers around me
ran with that sack like ja’davion clowney
they hate the signs that i throw up
wrist that say (?)
got a show turnt now she thorough
she called me i’m trapping like hold up
i told my bro carey let’s pour up
promethazine and styrofoam
imma do what i condone
trappin on the microphone
y’all took my style i peeped it
stiff arm that b-tch cross the region
if he a snake imma leave him
atlanta called me for a meeting
my babygirl think that i’m cheating
i told her that looks is deceiving
i’m dropping the bombs you receiving
your mother keep crying she grieving
i f-cked up georgetown in the (?)
then i f-cked your b-tch and she creaming
i f-cked her again and she screaming
then bro f-cked your b-tch so we teaming
my family told me that i’m glowing
i’m dodging them pens so f-ck bowling
i caught a play like i’m (?)
pull up in a foreign and yes that b-tch stolen
my new girl look like kelly rowland
your girl is a thot on my mother she rolling
va i can’t smell that i can’t even hold em
got that b-tch soaking play her with no token
all rise for simba the king has just spoken
you had a g p-ss but you bet i’m revoking
it’s f-ck the opps on d-rock i ain’t joking
when i catch a opp imma f-ck round and smoke him
hold up the motion lil n-gg- you loafing
we shootin (?) but you in the open
n-gg-s frank ocean you n-gg-s ain’t toting
rip bob man he just hit my phone up
he was from chiraq man why did they roast him
feds get behind us on mothers we coasting
you putting on shows well then f-ck it i’m hosting
my choppa rocket 6 shots garry coleman
i might gotta go
qps for the low low
my pockets fat joe
i’ll be more like yo
always switch my flows
trapping with my hoes
with my n-gg- low
he’ll kick a door now
why why why would these n-gg-s testify
i’m omerta till i die
man my rugas never cry
they say numbers never lie
look at me my numbers high
i like girls with s-xy thighs
eat them up like apple pie
got macs
draco’s, they shoot when i say so
i just want the caso
told my lord i’m thankful
these n-gg-s ungrateful
i’m loyal i’m faithful
till that f-ckin bankroll
i go where you can’t go

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