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lirik lagu tm-47 – bobby dee

[hook: 10cellphones]
i’m on the block with glock extensions
pull up with the choppa, i’m not missing
that n*gga want smoke, then we go get him mist
stop all the cap, boy that’s not how you living
you not getting guap, stop b*tching
i f*ck top notch b*tches
these n*ggas burnt out for thot b*tches
lil boy get the f*ck out my business

[verse 1: 10cellphones]
walked down on a n*gga late night like thriller
catch me on the [?] posted up with them k!llers
that boy, he a stain, but he say he a drug dealer
i’m not a junkie i can’t do them drugs with you
claim he the plug so you know i’ma get him
i’ma jug his ass and everyone with him
they won’t make a move cuz the choppa gon’ babysit them
that boy make a move, i just might make my lady hit him
that boy make a move, i’ma let the .380 hit him
pull up in mercedez with dracs and we spray the scene
that boy lookin’ crazy i told him stop playin’ with me
pulled up with the racks so that lil b*tch start prayin’ with me
if she not suckin’ d*ck, that b*tch not coming with me
walked in the club and i spent like a hunnid fifty
thottie gon f*ck on the gang for a hunnid fifty
they would’ve [?] for these b*tches with big ol’ titties
[hook: 10cellphones]
i’m on the block with glock extensions
pull up with the choppa, i’m not missing
that n*gga want smoke, then we go get him mist
stop all the cap, boy that’s not how you living
you not getting guap, stop b*tching
i f*ck top notch b*tches
these n*ggas burnt out for thot b*tches
lil boy get the f*ck out my business

[verse 2: kamiyada]
[?] what you thought what this was but it ain’t that
how you got [?] on the same track
yo’ b*tch said she don’t want me told me that she not in love with me, funny enough that she came back
soon as the racks came in
f*ckin’ your b*tch got her back caved in
i treat that lil ho like a backpace b*tch
why she stand on your money, your racks ain’t sh*t
that b*tch want f*ck with me just cuz i get it in
just bought a srt, i’m not rentin’ sh*t
even with that glock, we know that you still a b*tch
[?] from the island like [?]
pull up with yo [?] just asked me to hit again
you know he not made for this sh*t boy then quit it then
spinnin’ yo block in this coupe with this alias
i brought the bag and this b*tch like azalea
lambo a spider, it came from australia
my b*tch so perfect, you think that i tailored her
my ho is savage, these b*tches are scared of her
glizzy hold 30 i [?] ran with her
and we ain’t talkin’ hotdogs b*tch
yo’ b*tch finna sit on this long ass d*ck
dc sniper, came with a stick
had a temper tantrum when i throw on this fit, lil b*tch
[hook: 10cellphones]
i’m on the block with glock extensions
pull up with the choppa, i’m not missing
that n*gga want smoke, then we go get him mist
stop all the cap, boy that’s not how you living
you not getting guap, stop b*tching
i f*ck top notch b*tches
these n*ggas burnt out for thot b*tches
lil boy get the f*ck out my business

[verse 3: 83hades]
i got extended clips, no, i’m not reloading
he tryna eat on my scr*ps, he be freeloading
i had to dump the b*tch because she be hoing
just copped a pint and the seal gon’ let me open
i’m bout to bust in her mouth when she deepthroat it
all on my waist, i got my heat showin’
got something bigger, don’t care ’bout what he totin’
off with his head put on top of the totem pole
i got these racks just right after i sold my soul
walked in to the function, come in with a .44
i just left the function, you ask where your shorty go
i might not wrap it, we have an abortion though
not good at school, no, i’m not on the honor roll
i’m in la and i’m smoking a lot of dope
what’s in my blunt? it’s your homie and gelato
feds runnin down on the [?] cuz i push cargo
i got some racks in the safe like wells fargo
you want some change, you ain’t playin’ your part though
no, i’m not scared, i’m in every burough
robbin’ they store, b*tch, i’m making them furlough
i hit his block and then i gotta lay low
i got a bad b*tch, do what i say so
i’m with a savage, he k!ll for some pesos
boy, you a stain, best not bring out no bankroll
[hook: 10cellphones]
i’m on the block with glock extensions
pull up with the choppa, i’m not missing
that n*gga want smoke, then we go get him mist
stop all the cap, boy that’s not how you living
you not getting guap, stop b*tching
i f*ck top notch b*tches
these n*ggas burnt out for thot b*tches
lil boy get the f*ck out my business

[verse 4: christ dillinger]
walk in my trap, b*tch we sellin’ that [?]
he tried to cut the hard, it broke his razorblade
[?] off the front like i’m catching the cab
i just sold him some paper, he think it’s a tab
i heard these n*ggas don’t like me
i’m sagging it hard, [?] show lightly
proud of prada, n*gga, these not no nikes
and my n*ggas keep straps like i hang out with dyk*s
i bought some stocks and i just got some dividends
i f*ck her for hours and you just a minuteman
getting money, man, christ dillinger synonyms
breaking the law, i am not a good citizen
all the b*tches i f*ck, problematic
i’m making the pack disappear like it’s magic
his b*tch a philanthropist, lettin’ me have at it
we sippin’ on wock and i’m livin’ so lavish
you a broke n*gga so can’t put your [?]
i bought me a perc and told my b*tch to hold on
wake up in the morning, i’m putting that pole on
and i got that underarm cuffs like it’s [?]
this a real rolex, b*tch, look at the gems in it
why you bought followers? you still irrelevant
i hate these n*ggas just like i’m the president
still f*cking your b*tch, yes, present tense
put the d*ck in her mouth, suck that
she want this pickle, ain’t talkin’ bout rug rats
b*tch, what that p*ssy speak, ebonics
these [?] be [?] the dope like it’s phonics
you copy my sh*t i just take it as homage
these n*ggas can’t see me like pics of muhammad

[verse 5: lil darkie]
*d*mn n*gga, you really gonna make me come in like this?

that glock with a d*ck make a n*gga vibrate
huh, man we took all his classes, i’m smoking high grade
huh, keep that water my neck cuz i gotta hydrate
huh, when i walk and then spot all the b*tches migrate
huh, i don’t wait ’til that p*ssy boy come to my state
huh, i’ll fade every n*gga that wanna buy bape
f*ck bape, all you n*ggas is broke but stay buyin’ designer, b*tch you are the kind that i hate
huh, and i just found my lighter, i’m sparking that kush up
f*ckin’ that b*tch, look like i’m doing push up
you talkin’ so much about me then say wassup
you don’t gotta act like you don’t see what’s happening
watching n*ggas fall off is so tragic and saddening
passing up n*ggas like madden, i’m maddening
my stick is so long and shoot far like a javelin
darkie so dazzling, take off your head like a mannequin
damaging f*ggots like i was the vatican
battling n*ggas ain’t nothing but practicing
you got a career? what yo’ manager managing
name one indian rapper that i am not better than

*i mean, nav kinda fire if you think about it
*f*ck you

shut the f*ck up, your life, i’m ending
suck on my nuts, and please, intend it
to make me bust, i just ascended
i’m on the block with glock extensions

- bobby dee

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