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c'mere remix - dj ant lyrics

[chorus 1: glawkie]
where is you going?
i had a chop on my side and you know that it’s blowing
he tried to run up on me but that n*gga ain’t know it
i had to get in my bag i had to focus
uh, where is you going, uh huh, yeah come here
you ain’t my b*tch, i thought i made that clear
i’m so high i can’t even steer
he tried to run down but that n*gga got hit with a spear

[verse 1: glawkie]
my n*gga od’d off the percocets so i had to slow down
i can’t f*ck with you lil b*tch and i though tthat you know now
he want the smoke so we spin that n*gga block yeah okay right round
i’m with the smoke at all times if you ain’t know well know you know now
[chorus 1: glawkie]
where is you going?
i had a chop on my side and you know that it’s blowing
he tried to run up on me but that n*gga ain’t know it
i had to get in my bag i had to focus
uh, where is you going, uh huh, yeah come here
you ain’t my b*tch, i thought i made that clear
i’m so high i can’t even steer
he tried to run down but that n*gga got hit with a spear

[bridge 1: glawkie]
uh uh, uh uh, uh uh
uh uh, uh uh uh

[verse 2: dici]
kel*tec with fifty rounds yeah that’s super fed
ha, it gone hit your head
gone leave your homies dead, leave ’em dead
ha, come here, b*tch come here
walk into prada i’m buying it all
like i buy out the mall
like, i still got these racks on me b*tch i want it all
i heard he talking the smoke bout me yeah i want it all
he wanna see me fall, it ain’t gone happen nah
i swear to god my money to tall
i swear to god it stack too long
[chorus 2: 279tyler]
who the f*ck you think you running from? come here
i got hunters yeah but they not hunting no deer
f*cking with 2advanced then your time is here
hit him broad day yeah we don’t really care
ha yeah, come here
my k!ller got a tear
with them double cups cheers
loudpack blocking up my ears
i’m getting richer than all my appears
it ain’t really out it appear
i’m looking down on y’all up here

[verse 3: 279tyler]
drive by in that sh*t i’m flying
he tried some now he dying
need some drugs i’m supplying, ah
yeah, told that boy come here
you a p*ssy and you weird
you ain’t get no money last year
i’m in the field like a buccaneer
air out the room no one getting sparred
when i pull up yeah they get scared
that sh*t funny to me for real
you better find your chill
boutta pop another pill
they can’t tell what’s real
i know b*tches who are down for a drill
i got the gold all up in my grill
he was so froze, he was so still
he was so tough yeah until
until we pulled up for real
headshots his thoughts all on the ground
yeah this not an ounce i smoke out the pound
catch me in yo city yeah catch me in your town
with a hundred rounds yeah it can really go down
[chorus 2: 279tyler]
who the f*ck you think you running from? come here
i got hunters yeah but they not hunting no deer
f*cking with 2advanced then your time is here
hit him broad day yeah we don’t really care
ha yeah, come here
my k!ller got a tear
with them double cups cheers
loudpack blocking up my ears
i’m getting richer than all my appears
it ain’t really out it appear
i’m looking down on y’all up here

- dj ant lyrics

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