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letra de bands involved - artla

[интро]
jkei, really?
sneezii with the hit, boy
o-oh

[припев]
i just got an m, i still keep on runnin’ it up (green-green)
i just bust up on her face, but she keep on toppin’ me off (i get head)
all of yo’ homies gone, i’m still loadin’ it up (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
i got lean instead of my blood, i still pour it up (l-l-l-lean)
she don’t give a f-ck, if i’m right or wrong
she may blow up like a bomb, just ’cause my bands involved

[куплет 1]
‘member they was treatin’ me like f-ckin’ dirty dishes (so what?)
now they wanna be a part of my life, sayin’ that they miss me
now these b-tches all on my line, all in my bussiness (oh)
they play for keeps (for keeps), they just want my riches
police on my ass, i don’t say sh-t (nah)
if i go broke, i’ma hit mе a l!ck (grrah, grrah, grrah)
heard he want smoke, that p-ssy may gеt hit (grrah, grrah)
i got an army livin’ in my brib
i got bands involved, i got guns involved
squad lookin’ like g.i. joe, don’t play with us

[бридж]
i got gang miss behave (i got gang miss behave)
we may ride through your hood, the next day you’ll lay in a grave (grave)
we ain’t lookin’ for no l!ck, i’m just aimin’ at your brain (jkei, really?)
you don’t gotta tuck your chain
[припев]
i just got an m, i still keep on runnin’ it up
i just bust up on her face, but she keep on toppin’ me off (runnin’ it up)
all of yo’ homies- (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
i got lean instead of my blood, i still pour it up
she don’t give a f-ck (give a f-ck)
if i’m right or wrong (or wrong)
she may blow up like a bomb (like a bomb)
just ’cause my bands involved

[куплет 2]
i got the juice, чувствую ся как 2pac (а-а)
and all eyes on me, я чувствую на себе взгляд
у нас есть суки, ведьмы, они сделают обряд
я зачитал в offbeat и вспомнил кто такой 22glock
really a clown, when i’m in your city, you seein’ the crowds
огромная жопа, that’s the thing she bounce
но по жизни в жопе они, а не я
мы выглядим как ебаная эскадрилья, когда залетаем, взрываем квартал (а-а)
told that kitten, “get down”
buss it open, for a hour (let’s go)

[припев]
i just got an m, i still keep on runnin’ it up
i just bust up on her face, but she keep on toppin’ me off
all of yo’ homies gone, i’m still loadin’ it up (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
i got lean instead of my blood, i still pour it up
she don’t give a f-ck, if i’m right or wrong
she may blow up like a bomb, just ’cause my bands involved

- artla

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