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letra de ya toyour - asmahan x the weeknd x nav & pop smoke (beat. by khalifa santo)

يا طيور
(ya toyour)
[o, birds]

اشتـــكى لـــه يبتسم ويزيـــد ولوعـــــي
(ashtikeelu yebtisim w-yzeed wulu’ee)
[i complain to him then he smiles and makes me grow fonder of him]

يا طيور
(ya toyour)
[o, birds]

[nav]
got more ice than a skatin’ rink
think i need my mink, gotta bundle up
take my chain, watch the news next week
you gon’ see dead bodies turnin’ up
poppin’ this molly got me grindin’ at night
got some porcelain t–th, i done f-cked ’em up
i was 18 with a pound of weed
i was baggin’ up dimes at the back of the bus
hidin’ from me, throwin’ dirt on my name
you gon’ f-ck around, get your homeboy touched
goin’ in the fridge, i ain’t lookin’ for a sunny d
i just want the purple stuff
say you want smoke, we’ll turn you to a pack
take a hood girl and i turn her to a brat
rap game fake, it’s hard to adapt
everything they talk ’bout is cap, cap, cap
[the weeknd]
and she said that she’ll pray for me
i said, “it’s too late for me
’cause i think it’s safe to say”
this ain’t ordinary life
this ain’t ordinary life
this ain’t ordinary life
this ain’t ordinary life
no ordinary life

[nav]
textin’ my phone, i don’t never write back
i been losin’ sleep just countin’ up cash
lots of bad habits, i’m poppin’ off tags
i’ma f-ck the game up when i drop “bag”
rollin’ off the pills, two hundred on the dash
i’ma bend the corner, i almost crashed
got everythin’ that i need
if i see somethin’ else that i want, i’ma buy it in cash
we was dead broke, we ain’t had no money for the work
so we drive around pickin’ up bags
got pulled over, had p’s in the trunk
frost said he’d take the charge, but they gave us a pass
got more ice than a skatin’ rink
think i need my mink, gotta bundle up
take my chain, watch the news next week
you gon’ see dead bodies turnin’ up
[the weeknd]
over 45, i’ma drift on a bend
do a buck 20, i’ma fly off the edge
everybody said it would hurt in the end
hurt in the end, but i feel nothin’
she said that she’ll pray for me
i said, “it’s too late for me
’cause i think it’s safe to say”
this ain’t ordinary life

[verse 3: nav]
poppin’ this molly got me grindin’ at night
got some porcelain t–th, i done f-cked ’em up
i was 18 with a pound of weed
i was baggin’ up dimes at the back of the bus
hidin’ from me, throwin’ dirt on my name
you gon’ f-ck around, get your homeboy touched
goin’ in the fridge, i ain’t lookin’ for a sunny d
i just want the purple stuff

[the weeknd]
angels all singin’ in monasteries, yeah
my soul is burning in laferraris
father, sorry, father, sorry
halos are given to ordinary lives
no, but this ain’t ordinary life
this ain’t ordinary life
[pop smoke]
i put the adderall in my lean
in my murder bravado jeans (oh)
h-lla rocks in my socks (oh)
h-lla guns in my brief (oh)
if a n-gga movin’ wock, that’s what he gon’ see (oh)
all the woos poppin’ out the cut, totin’ .33s (oh)
she say, “you’re dark-skinned and handsome” (yeah)
“you a gorgeous little gangsta” (huh)
she like, “you always dripped up in dior”
“and all your diamonds dancin'” (huh, huh, huh)
she like, “you swift but run-up”
i tell her, “work,” rihanna
everything white, madonna
only hand-selected diamonds
brand new richard mille (mille)
cost a milli’ (oh)
yeah, big old ticket (oh)
woo, woo, woo, woo
look, i always knew how to ball
brodie wet it up if i make the call
he ain’t gon hesitate to shake it up
’cause he know i got that n-gga if he fall

[quavo & offset]
light it up for a fifty ball (fifty)
then i spend it on your b-tch (b-tch)
and my charm like a crystal ball (crystal)
when i pull up, make a wish
makin’ a, makin’ a profit
big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics (narcotics)
pour me a drink and it’s toxic (drank)
new york drippin’, it’s straight out the faucet (drip)
pour me a drink and it’s toxic (drank)
new york drippin’, it’s straight out the faucet (drip)
n-gga can’t bought it, they cop it (right)
i be too stiff, i give them the heisman (stiff)
n-gga be talkin’ ’bout slidin’ (woo)
i screw the tip and shoot ’em in silence (grrah)
brand new coupe, no mileage (woo)
i show the gang and we highfivin’ (gang; offset, uh)

- asmahan x the weeknd x nav pop smoke beat by khalifa santo

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