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lirik lagu c’mere – sweepersent, sdot go, jay hound, nazgpg

(bullo on the beat)
(ayo, eli, what the f*ck?)
c’mere, he tryna’ run that n*gga gettin’ scared
.40 keep barkin’, sh*t, f*ck wit’ my ear
went to go spin, there was n0body there
bro, he movin’ weird
back out the g, put the beam on his beard
b*tch, i’m on court, y’all sittin’ on a chair
there’s no man on this earth that i think i’ma fear
i think i shot ’em
swear to god, i hope that i got ’em
give me the pole, i think i’m getting hotter
percentage on 100, i don’t need a charger
like, bet, he won’t dodge it
opps dissin’, i fl!ck at they father
i’m not a n*gga that want you to live
every shot that i throw, it hit a ‘lil harder
like, don’t try to guard him
he don’t know, it’s only gettin’ darker
g turn fat n*gga to a jogger
and if i gotta throw, i throw more than my partner
scout on that block from the morning
civilians thinkin’ i’ma stalker
he try to reach, i’m makin’ him a goner
i got my g, bet, it solve all my problems
(graah*graah, boom, uh, huh)
(i got my g, bet, it solve all my*)
like, hop out gang, yeah, we got ’em
shots to his head, got ’em shakin’ out pollen
baby sweep, he gon’ fl!ck if he spot ’em
nazzy go dumb like he don’t got no knowledge
i tried to cut through the back like siakam
i might creep in his yard like a possum (graah*graah, boom)
i need*i need backend, kick me a tander (uh*huh)
where you from, bro? you don’t know the answer
i just might break in his crib like i’m santa
ooter thrown, like eli, no mannin (graah, graah)
td, oa, fargos, hand ’em
i might turn my lil’ bro into a scammer
she started throwin’ it back like a dancer (like a dancer)
i started breakin’ her back with no manners (graah*graah, boom)
all black, brodie duckin them cameras
ain’t no spinnin my block with no hammer
i just might sit on that block like a camper
i’m with brina, totin’ on hannah
like, rolly, he might throw a tantrum
i got bullets thats bigger than planets (graah*graah)
bro sit him down, think he might need a pamper (graah*graah)
big gun, bro, i bet he can’t handle (graah*graah, boom)
pop out, who wanna play?
like i’m the one takin these risks for the gang
i start flockin, i feel like i’m klay
rolly be buggin like shaq in the paint
throw a shot then go lay up with bae
i got harlem, i’m feelin like ace
like, bro put the dot on his face
i got some sh*t that ain’t leavin no trace
2 shots, bro he better duck
no gun, look what happened to ruck
he tryna reach then i’m blowin my g
don’t you let me up first, if he miss then he f*cked
oh it’s up? then, just say that
he think he tough throwin’ up the maybach
bet if he look, i’ma throw
cops gettin’ close the seen i’m lookin like “where jay at?”
dot, i had to get low don’t you worry bout me
where the rest of the gang at?
he tryna diss on my deads, i’ma go spin, bro, i don’t even play that
g hidin’ under my belt, what if he try to get close where it stay at?
(like what if he tried to get, like)
(graah*graah, boom)
c*c’mere, he tryna’ run that n*gga gettin’ scared
.40 keep barkin’, sh*t, f*ck wit’ my ear
went to go spin, there was n0body there
bro, he movin’ weird
back out the g, put the beam on his beard
b*tch, i’m on court, y’all sittin’ on a chair
there’s no man on this earth that i think i’ma fear

- sweepersent sdot go jay hound nazgpg

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