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919slum - ​trauma كلمات الأغنية

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[verse]
i think you could really gather from a conversation
that i’m sick inside my head with every observation
9 to 5? nah i keep a 9 for the occupation
9,019 days left in devastation
givin’ y’all the demonstration, what you gettin’ if you want it
i’ve been dead for so long that now i really own it
i be stickin’ on these busters, i be draggin’ them right under
take the blade and make ’em say the slum is better
they gon never see the sun of summers
slum a motherf_cker that be carryin’ this iron
make you hush like a f_ckin’ librarian
i’m coming off thе corner, i be serving likе a warden
in yo’ house like a warrant, check the board ’cause i’m scoring
walkin’ through just like i’m touring, got the flash like a tourist
took a picture, but the scorching hot iron is the torture
this the final warning, i can give you all the order
to just stay quiet if you even thinkin’ sorta you compare
what i rap about and say is what i really am
ghost women all the time, i just do not give a d_mn
i could make these b_tches ghost too, when i take my hand
‘long as the gun don’t jam, successful the plan
air it out like a fan, even broad day
hoe, shut the f_ck up, what did this broad say?
i can you make go quiet like [?]
i should end this on a joke, f_ck it, y’all g_y
what i rap about and say is what i really am
ghost women all the time, i just do not give a d_mn
i could make these b_tches ghost too, when i take my hand
‘long as the gun don’t jam, successful the plan
air it out like a fan, even broad day
hoe, shut the f_ck up, what did this broad say?
i can you make go quiet like [?]
i should end this on a joke, f_ck it, y’all g_y
[verse 2]
i think you could really gather from a conversation
that i’m sick inside my head with every observation
9 to 5? nah i keep a 9 for the occupation
9,019 days left in devastation
givin’ y’all the demonstration, what you gettin’ if you want it
i’ve been dead for so long that now i really own it
i be stickin’ on these busters, i be draggin’ them right under
take the blade and make ’em say the slum is better
they gon never see the sun of summers
slum a motherf_cker that be carryin’ this iron
make you hush like a f_ckin’ librarian
i’m coming off the corner, i be serving like a warden
in yo’ house like a warrant, check the board ’cause i’m scoring
walkin’ through just like i’m touring, got the flash like a tourist
took a picture, but the scorching hot iron is the torture
this the final warning, i can give you all the order
to just stay quiet if you even thinkin’ sorta you compare

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