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lirik lagu 304ish ways – scando the darklord

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[intro: nef the pharaoh]
ooh
sh-t stewy
who made the beat? apollo, ho
i been thinkin’ about the bands and not the b-tch though (it’s never the b-tch)
it’s always the bands (we different)

[chorus: nef the pharaoh]
i like your 304ish ways
i like the way you gone for days
i like the way you treat these tricks
i love the way you bring me chips
i like your 304ish ways
i like the way you gone for days
i like the way you treat these tricks
i love the way you bring me chips

[verse 1: scando the darklord]
curve brick shady, sip sh-t
i’m the n-gga told the b-tch she gotta sell her whole cl-t
dumb rich, different timezone with a white b-tch
i’m the type to tell the ho i love her, but don’t mean it
reckless, spent a whole trap on a necklace
but i ain’t really trippin’ ’cause these blues gon’ go for extra
sweat ya, swipin’ derek king, playin’ “tetris”
if i got a couple lines, you know i’m finna stretch it
hexes, dark magic k!lled all my exes
i’m the type to smile when the text say she ain’t pregnant
checkin’, yeah, my baby mamas get the message
forever on the dark side, i hope i get to heaven

[chorus: nef the pharaoh]
i like your 304ish ways
i like the way you gone for days
i like the way you treat these tricks
i love the way you bring me chips
i like your 304ish ways
i like the way you gone for days
i like the way you treat these tricks
i love the way you bring me chips

[verse 2: allblack]
call this pimpin’ tyreek hill, the way it’s gettin’ off
threw back a grandpa one hundred so i don’t go soft
when allblack pull down that track, all alarms goin’ off
slappin’ that gun or a play runner finna sweat a b-tch off
one hundred blue faces, 10k in uniqlo joggers
your b-tch ga-ga-ga blowin’ me, why you call her? (stupid)
i am certified in these streets, william doffer
sixteen hundred for these off-white cleats at the parker (cleat check)
when a b-tch get on my bus, she p-ss her phone to tubs
i have no pressure and no shame, me and jim from the dubs
ar-15, i don’t get searched when i go into clubs
touch my shirt, you gon’ get blew like a scottie 41, thank you

[chorus: nef the pharaoh]
i like your 304ish ways
i like the way you gone for days
i like the way you treat these tricks
i love the way you bring me chips
i like your 304ish ways
i like the way you gone for days
i like the way you treat these tricks
i love the way you bring me chips