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lirik lagu want my (my version) – dj day one

intro:

huh?
i’m g-ssin’ this b-tch (what?)
i smoke on the big blunts (oh yeah)
and i smoke the runts (yeah)
run, i like to stunt (yeah)
i’m balling out the front (balling out the front)

chorus:

runnin’ from the cops (cops)
gotta keep my glock (gotta keep my glock)
when i see them cops (cops)
you know i have my glock (you know i have my glock)
middle finger, f-ck 12 (yeah)
always on my block (always on my block)
middle finger to the opp, we gon’ pop at opps (opps)
pop a body, drop him (drop him)
cop a body, deuce (deuces)
they be talkin’ ’bout it, but don’t know who be doin’ it (do it)
these n-ggas be talkin’ (talkin’)
they lemon squeeze (lemon squeeze)
xd (xd), let me squeeze (yeah)

they trying to be crazy (crazy)
they trying to be crazy (crazy)
she wanna meet carti (carti)
that b-tch is a barbie (barbie)
i’ma f-ck these hoes (celine)
i’m on 730
a brand new pack like kid cudi
i smoke dope like kid cudi
push up and get the slugs from me
i’m with all the sh-ts
we pull up with sh-t (hey)
we pull up with, uh (hey)
we pull up with sticks (hey)
we pull out the van (hey)
we pull out the sh-t (hey)
i pull out the .9 (hey)
i pull out and blitz (blitz)
i pull out the fire
i pull out my .6
i’m smokin’ out the pound
the b-tch come suck my d-ck (yeah)
the b-tch gonna ride the d-ck (yeah)
the b-tch get thrown in the pit

verse:

n-ggas like to front (front)
you know i like to front (know i like to front)
i catch you like a punter (punter)
my young n-ggas some hunters (my young n-ggas some hunters)
i’m a head huncho (huncho)
and i got the nacho (nacho)
eat n-ggas like tacos (tacos)
that n-gga don’t want beef (that n-gga don’t want no beef)
catch you in the street (street)
that’s that .223 (that’s that .223)
that’s that mp (mp)
and an m16 (m16)
infrared beam (beam)
aim at your whole team (whole team)
boy, you like some steam? (steam)
wipe ’em all, they clean (slime)

chorus:

verse 2:

glock 17, 30 million (30 million)
hang up out that that wood? b-tch, please (okay)
that’s a walk, i squeeze (yeah)
leave ’em in the streets (streets)
that’s a cold case (yeah)
beat it, hit that murder rate (pde)
yeah, you know chopsticks (chop, chop)
all in the apartment
play with the pot, man (pot man)
we know you getting spent (know you getting spent)
we don’t talk that sh-t (nah)
we be ’bout that sh-t (’bout that sh-t)
we gotta walk it, we gotta talk it
n-gga, be about it
all that talking, cannot be talking
n-ggas come see about you (see about you)
you don’t want to make news (yeah)
that’s that fox 5 crew
put you in the dirt (yeah), your ten down (ten down)
girl, you say you’re ten toes but you stand down (stay down)
okay, make a hundred shots, now make a man down (man down)
okay, now they call my phone, talkin’ ’bout stand down (stand down)
now, i need some money, got my hand out (hand out)
you got yourself in some sh-t, now you can’t get out (true)
okay

chorus:

verse 3:

gotta go now, gotta go
swervin’ in my whip can’t slow down
driving fancy cars, boy i’m on the road now
automatic start, my vic take a code now
yeah, rockstar, heavy metal, no guitar
why you pay so much for your nissan? because it’s gtr
first i shift it, cl!ck it, burning rubber like i’m moving dark
drive at night, i chop my top so i can relate to the stars

chorus:

verse 4:

c-cky is my first name
conceited, that’s my birth name
stand on my own feet and use my p-n-s as my third leg
the meanest n-gga per se
she feening from the first date
i wanna put my name on it, it’s not even my birthday
end it all, let ’em die
anna rose, big guy
that santa claus, big body
that phantom rolls, too hot
n-gga fend them off, 2pac
bandana on, bandana off
standin’ up wit my flacko out
with your man at home, b-tch

chorus:

outro:

- dj day one

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