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lirik lagu gimmie dat – axl beats, fivio foreign & jay dee

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[intro]
?
facts
baow
_ on the adlibs, grrt
you want demon time, baow
take your time
you know we moving deviously
yo, you know take your time
we gon’ pop out
baow
?
?
_squad
?
axl, axl, axl

yo, jay dee
all my n*ggas
take your time yo
baow
off the drink
errrr, grrr
exclusive ?
baow
baow
baow

[chorus: fivio foreign]

i don’t consort what you pass
i’m not supporting your loss
you think that i care bout’ beef
n*gga, gimme that burger with fries (aye)
gimme that, gimme that
gimme that gun on the side
gimme that, gimme that
gimme that gun on the side

i don’t consort what you pass
i’m not supporting your loss
you think that i care bout’ beef
n*gga, gimme that burger with fries
gimme that, gimme that
gimme that gun on the side
gimme that, gimme that
gimme that gun on the side

[verse 1: fivio foreign]
my face is hot, i be knowing
i gotta watch where i’m going (i gotta watch where i’m going)
shouldn’t be out in the open
i see an opp and i’m throwing (i see an opp and i’m throwing, rrrrra)
had to relocate cause the block hot (block hot)
i caught a foreign opp thot
it’s a man down when a glock pop
we ain’t stopping till we eat the top off

hold on, i got hitters out in harlem n*gga
hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
you throw a problem _
hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
look, we in the spot better _ n*ggas
opps calling me _ n*gga
in the gdk that’s why i stall a n*gga
when they had me locked
i couldn’t live, i went to the do the crip
i was in the fort
i stored my cars
then i see the kid
i went live on the book
i never lie, never
sent _ out with a message
and ya’ll n*ggas know what i did
hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
my n*ggas getting impatient
huh huh
they say the _ waiting
hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

run down, no escaping
f*ck, this the situation
set up and send the location
pay for my lawyer, i’m beating this case
since they cannot give me probation
i’m at your baby shower waiting
i don’t need an invitation
hot pan like bacon
big bullets leave you acking
you’ll ever be mistaking
we could always do a shaking

no police with it
you get beat with it (baow, baow)
hot n sick with it
stick n beef with it
imma creep with it (baow, baow)

i jump out the _ with it
start shooting the street with it
can’t wait till we meet with it
got mine, got yours, n*gga let’s _ with it
pulled over by the cops
they can never find a knock
drizzy wilding with the shot

i cannot tell them to stop
it’s mister bl!cky in a box
if you get shiggy you a opp
i get busy with the c*cks?
so i don’t really wanna bounce
i leave the scene without a trace
police never have a case (police never have a case)
i make a call to my apes
they be sure enough to
i’m from where it ain’t safe
do you know i’m getting straight
stone cold to the bone, snow flake on my face (brrrr)
hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
i heard the police is asking about me
hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
they ain’t never know the facts about me
hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
i heard them opp n*ggas mad about me
i pull up on the scene ?
?
we in the field, moving ill
all of my n*ggas gon’ do the drill
pop a molly, yeah i ? still
? who to k!ll (baow, bawo)
ya’ll n*ggas know that we do the pills (you!)
i tell my shooter, chill
the police right there
he like ‘f*ck it i’m shooting still’

[chorus: fivio foreign]
i don’t consort what you pass
i’m not supporting your loss
you think that i care bout’ beef
n*gga, gimme that burger with fries (aye)
gimme that, gimme that
gimme that gun on the side
gimme that, gimme that
gimme that gun on the side

[verse 2: jay dee]

nas got hit
that’s a bl!cky in a box
sticky for the
how the f*ck you gon have a bl!cky in yo show

pull up a k

still gdk
boy it ain’t safe

hit ya baby wit a brick i’m weak

you know i type the subliminals
n*ggas go dumb on that ape sh*t

i like to sniff coke

- axl beats fivio foreign jay dee

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