caybenji naw fr (feat. 1neeyenair) şarkı sözleri

(Naw fr) (Naw fr) (Naw fr), (Naw fr) Flyest in the summer with my ice I'm cold as f*ck What you think I'm tryna brag nigga, I hope I turn them up (Naw fr) Moncler for the winter scan my coat I bet the site come up (I bet the site come up) Private calls all with the bros if they catch on the line get cut 1 hour drive back to the crib the windows down he rolling up (Bro he rolling up) What's his name just hit my phone he sent the drop we pulling up (We pulling up) Like why she keep calling my phone sksksk you cutting up And I know brodie love to drill that's probably why he runner up (That's probably why he runner up) I pull up and brodie hop right in the back just like a uber (Naw fr) 6th grade I was like Uzi fell in love right with my tutor (Naw fr) 30 deep inside the stu and all them niggas D1 hoopers (Naw fr) Pretty girl she had it all, but on the real she was a loser (Naw fr) Put the platt inside designer bag and still gon charge him double (I'm still gonna charge him double) Play through the whistle, f*ck the ref, I caught a tech like f*ck the huddle (Like f*ck the huddle) Sugar mommy top it off that's like 5 bands just for the cuddle (Bro that's 5 bands) Couple rounds to knock em out Gervonta Davis when I rumble (Bop, Bop, Bop) Brodie got his trap booming moving around like BMF (Naw fr) And he just ran off on a white girl now she screaming what the f (Naw fr) I'm cooking up right in the stu I'm punching in I'm master chef (Naw fr) And buckle up just for the ride if you ain't in you getting left (Naw fr) Double spray of blunt effect and it's gon get rid of the weed smell (Get it gone) I put the geech up in his j's that's double profit call it resell (Naw fr) Different ways to scam, you'll get the old ones through an email (Naw fr) Nigga I ain't dumb, I know wassup yea I can see now (Naw fr) Codeine sipping bro ain't have no shoulder just to lean on (He need some help) Pot to piss in, shit from out the mud I put my team on (Naw fr) Glockie spitting bro put on the switch to hear his theme song (Blrrrr) Glockie spitting bro put on his switch to hear his theme song Maneuver in and out the trap my brodie pushing p (Pushing p) I get the bag and ball forever how you do it being me (Naw fr) Me and brodie ran it up they used to call us Meech and Tee (Naw fr) Me and brodie ran it up they used to call us Meech and Tee naw fr (Naw fr), (Naw fr), (Naw fr), (Naw fr), (Naw fr), (Hahaha) We them youngins got the city turnt naw fr (Naw fr) I move wit rackies in my pockets I ain't even sign a deal (Sign a deal) I get way flyer than ya nigga throw that shit on naw fr (Naw fr) I'm in position put my nigga on ain't even got a mill (Got a mill) Rising on these niggas duck ya taco Ja Morant fr (Ja Morant though) I'm catching flights not catching feelings going places that you can't go (You can't go) Naw fr I'm really him I shoot my shot just like a free throw (Like a free throw) I'm in Miami in my act, up in the stinger getting back (Getting back) Pushing a bean up on the e-way listen cay shit on the track (On the track) And if I catch you in they likes or in they picture you getting packed (Getting packed) If he breathe again or twitch again on bro I'm spinning back (Spinning back) I put 1k up on the board you think I'm lying check my stats (Go check my stats) Niggas said I'm broke I got them rackies and my diamonds dancing (Diamonds dancing) My pockets full as shit this shit be hard for me to hold my pants up (Hold my pants up) Play with one of mines kidnap ya kid and hold that bitch for ransom (Hold for ransom) Play with one of mine kidnap ya kid and hold that bitch for ransom He was loafing on that block they sent a blitz from both sides (Both sides) He tripped and fell ain't getting back I know they sick his bro died (Bro died) They sent em up Soon as he saw them steppas nigga said he fucked (Like what the f*ck) Cause in his head he thinking he ain't gone get touched (Now you a duck) I sent my youngin with a switch to clap em up (To clap him up) It sound like (Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap) It go like (Fftt ffttt fttt) Yea nigga and that's that nigga stop playing with us nigga know what it is we really step on shit man 
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