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black truck - koujas lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, now you rockin’ wit’ rada
b*tch, haha

[chorus: scarce]
big chop on me, i ain’t no army man
bro wanna act like a fan, okay
he wanna keep talkin’ he blammed
he wanna talk his sh*t though
i got the bands so she wanna fl!ck up
blow through a rack in a day, that’s a hiccup
my chop blow back, it spit up
only money talks, you do not get the memo
hop in a scat, my foot on the pedal
real gas, ain’t smokin’ no middle
she got a body now she wanna meddle
she bluffin’, i told her to settle
gotta leave, sh*t ain’t a rental
i’m in a porsche, hittin’ the window
real plug, don’t f*ck wit’ middle

[verse 1: scarce]
said she want me so much
but i do not want you back
pourin’ my soul crushed
real talk though, that b*tch bad (b*tch)
but she gon’ make me lose my marbles
i gotta walk back
my money so fat, yеah i cannot go zag
[verse 2: koujas]
i can’t even go for that
i’m on drank, molly
i love thе way that you walk in baby
you lookin’ so d*mn astonishin’
i love the way you talk to me
we wipin’ his whole d*mn kit, we strike him
ridin’ striker, knock him off his f*ckin’ feet
all the way to the top, i’m rockin’ alyx
i’m clutchin’ that cutta, watch when you speak
she wanna f*ck with the kid, it’s a fee
when it get cold i don’t need no heat
i just sit back and i rub my g
i was 18 wit’ a glock 19
you dumb askin’ dumb questions, this ain’t green
she said i be trippin’, bae what you mean?
the sh*t i did, you can’t trust me
said i’m a smoke head, smoke fiend
i’m stuffin’ a wood wit’ a d*mn kd
i need my money in, not late
i’m tryna crush baby, not date
i feel like picasso, i’m paintin’ her face
clutchin’ the k, makin’ the aim straight
masked up, suited up
we in that f*ckin’ black truck
[chorus: scarce]
big chop on me, i ain’t no army man
(yeah, now you rockin’ wit’ rada)
bro wanna act like a fan, okay
he wanna keep talkin’ he blammed (b*tch)
he wanna talk his sh*t though
i got the bands so she wanna fl!ck up
blow through a rack in a day, that’s a hiccup
my chop blow back, it spit up
only money talks, you do not get the memo
hop in a scat, my foot on the pedal
real gas, ain’t smokin’ no middle
she got a body now she wanna meddle
she bluffin’, i told her to settle
gotta leave, sh*t ain’t a rental
i’m in a porsche, hittin’ the window
real plug, don’t f*ck wit’ middle

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