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Amir Najibi - Syria Lyrics

[Chorus: 800pts]
(Yeah) Yeah, if it ain't about bread, I won’t hear (Huh-uh, bitch)
I know I'm goin' up, this my year
They so annoying, bitch, get out my ear
No, I can’t fuck with these rappers, they weird (Huh-uh)
We got more sticks than Syria
I need more drugs, I'm serious (Yeah)
I'm the goat, lil' bitch, clearly
I got Balenci' my pants and my shoe (Huh-uh, huh)
Bitch said that I'm too young (Yea-ah)
Pop a X and I boot up (Yeah)
I'm so high, I see Buddha (I think I see Buddha)
I call my brother and he known to use guns
Try run up, you too dumb (Yea-ah)
Slide, then I move on
More drugs, bitch I'm too gone (Chyeah)

[Verse: nodistvnce]
Yeah, huh, I-I-I cannot fuck with that bitch, but she fuckin’ with me, huh (Huh-uh)
I put Balenci’ my shoe and my coat, I put my blick in my jeans (I keep my blick)
All of my choppas attached with some bеams
More pills, I need more drugs, I need more lеan (More)
He tried to run, so finish 'em, he cannot run from these .223s (Huh)
Tuh, huh, so many sticks (So many sticks), so many guns like the Punisher
Huh, I told my brother to punish ’em
Hollow tips hit that boy just like an uppercut (Fucked him up)
You need some racks to come fuck with us
I spent some racks, in my double cup, all of my medicine (All of my drugs)
She wanna eat me like vitamins
Mixin' my Rick with some Vetements (Yeah)
Shawty want more like amphetamines (Yeah)
If they want beef, tell me why would I settle things? (Huh)
Fuck all that talkin', I'll give ’em wings (He gon' fly)
Funny, he think that he out of range, huh (Light 'em up)
I love my money, I like countin' stacks, huh (Yeah, yeah)
We finna pop that lil' boy like a tag
I'm finna hit that lil' bitch from the back (Huh-uh)
Tuh, step in this bitch and I'm rockin' all black (Tuh)
I cannot fuck with the man, they all wack (Huh-uh)
I cannot fight, well then keep me some straps (Gotta keep straps)
My pockets ate so much shit, they got fat (Huh)
[Chorus: 800pts]
(Yeah) Yeah, if it ain't about bread, I won't hear (Huh-uh, bitch)
I know I'm goin' up, this my year
They so annoying, bitch, get out my ear
No, I can't fuck with these rappers, they weird (Huh-uh)
We got more sticks than Syria
I need more drugs, I'm serious (Yeah)
I'm the goat, lil' bitch, clearly
I got Balenci' my pants and my shoe (Huh-uh, huh)
Bitch said that I'm too young (Yea-ah)
Pop a X and I boot up (Yeah)
I'm so high, I see Buddha (I think I see Buddha)
I call my brother and he known to use guns
Try run up, you too dumb (Yea-ah)
Slide, then I move on
More drugs, bitch I'm too gone (Chyeah)