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TruRebel Migs - Alibi/New York City Love Letter şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: TruRebel Migs

albüm: Lust, Love & War - Detox & Quarantine | Part 1


Shit gon' having Shawty upstairs hearing me
Huh
Fuck around n snake me,
I'll cut your head off & pass my bitch the knife (Truuuuuuu)
Yu Herd
Yeah
In this world there's many women
Dirty girls, they act clean
We lack queens
Trap queens, black queens
Its home bodies on the scene, shit
Down to earth, white clean kicked
Heaven sent, she still wit the shit
Baby sneak n link a bit
Won't you skirt this quarter brick
I been swerving with the grip, ugh
Dirty drawers I keep my shit
Ambidexi with the switch
White n green against the Knicks
Rappin' tryna sell these tix
Jason Tatum off the pick
I been ballin' with the bigs
Mally Crawford with the flick
Might just Prezi up the wrist
Right hand stir the chicken
Other hand steer the whip
Niggas I get money with
Same niggas cut this shit
Barber chair he cut my shit
Slimey niggas hit a lick
Other niggas gotta ditch
Other niggas talked to pigs
Caught a bid n let it rip
Top 5 with the spit
Ain't nobody fuckin' with
Antibodies I been sick
Gonorrhea n the siff
Put the vocals on n shit (cough)
Check check check check
Ain't no love in the city You Herd
Shittin' me
Lose a big chunk, fuck around
Lose myself tryna build you up
Tru
Tell me you don't think about me
Tell me you don't think about me, yeah yeah
Tell me you don't think about me
Tell me you don't think about me, yeah yeah
Tell me you don't think about me
Tell me you don't think about me, yeah yeah
Tell me you don't think about me
Tell me you don't think about me
Gimme a project chick
Gimme a hood rat chick
One that don't give no fucks
Know you seen all this drip
She could get all this dick
Long as she don't play no tricks
Used to hold all my drugs
N you hid all my grips
Yeah
Giving up on love cuz of you
All I need is God n the truth
Man I swear to God Im the truth
N I feel like God in the booth
Rolling with my dawgs running loose
Up in Jaguars like its cool
Got a couple strippers coming through
Got em' screaming God in the coupe, yeah
Tell me you don't think about me
Tell me you don't think about me, yeah yeah
Give me top in your lobby
On the roof in your projects, yeah yeah
Tell me you don't think about me
Tell me you don't think about me, yeah yeah
All these hoes know about me
Come n link me in private
Gimme a project chick
Gimme a hood rat chick
One that don't give no fucks
Know you seen all this drip
She could get all this dick
Long as she don't play no tricks
Used to hold all my drugs
N you hid all my grips, yeah

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