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aasim – ghetto black music كلمات اغاني

[intro]
check it out
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[verse 1]
follow the leader, if you need assistance, call a preacher
i forgot about your last hit, i got amnesia
deck of cards, deal a great hand that make you fold
just because it’s yellow that don’t make it solid gold
walk down my brick road, look at all this war i see
toto is cat food, i’m finger f_ckin’ dorothy
i want a black porsche, i’m stuck with this bus pass
plus it’s gonna expire if i don’t get a buck fast
f_ck a roll of quarters, f_ck a ramen noodle
f_ck a real reporter, give a mama all these voodoo
i got friends on the other side of town
where the hookers’ll give you head and dead for a crack vial
i don’t listen to thеse rappers, they got wack stylеs
when i barack, sh_t, i’m on my democrat sound
why you tannin’, whitey? you wanna be black now?
political aas’ watergatin’ n_ggas, man down

[chorus]
uh, yeah, yeah, i hear what y’all sayin’
but me, i’m on that broke sh_t, chain gold plated
and yeah, i’m on that real sh_t, growl when i say it
and yeah, you wanna doubt me, but can’t when you play it
so no, i don’t feel you, no, i’m not a fan and no
i’m not your homeboy, no, we not fam’
it’s a brand new beginnin’, i’m packagin’ up a grand
racketeerin’ this crack music, that ghetto black music
[verse 2]
uh, the pressure’s on, i respond like i’m james bond
feel for you, chaka khan, just remain calm
if i ain’t ether then my heat response is napalm
you reign at the stop ain’t as insane as my brainstorm
narcotic cocaine blow like propane
ol’ school mortal kombat, i’m liu kang
resistance is futile, b_tch, i’m bruce wayne
bat signal in the air, time for new change
suit and tie guy, wall street robin hood
steal from the rich and get the poor people out the hood
n_ggas is p_ssy nowadays but i doubt it’s good
you don’t hear me where you motherf_ckin’ doubters should
you walk and talk like a ball player on strike
i live and breathe like a murderer, k!ller on sight
nothin’ but burnt down stages and tall mics
i may be a bad boy but b_tch, i’m all nice

[chorus]
uh, yeah, yeah, i hear what y’all sayin’
but me, i’m on that broke sh_t, chain gold plated
and yeah, i’m on that real sh_t, growl when i say it
and yeah, you wanna doubt me, but can’t when you play it
so no, i don’t feel you, no, i’m not a fan and no
i’m not your homeboy, no, we not fam’
it’s a brand new beginnin’, i’m packagin’ up a grand
racketeerin’ this crack music, that ghetto black music
[verse 3]
uh, uh, i need them jolly green giants in my checkbook
if skinny jeans is the trend, what’s the next look?
i did it all from paris to times square
and still i ain’t got a dollar to buy me a nice pair
plus i want a video vixen with nice hair
on my lap sayin’, “yeah, that’s my spot, stay right there”
beer bottles on the stairs where we come in this
shed some tears, try to repair what we never fixed
i’m tryna see wealth, f_ck bein’ forever rich
i could buy forever for twenty billion and seven cents
so are you ready for a brand new gospel?
my social club ain’t muslim or pentecostal
and ain’t a hip hop cop that could lock
down my snub nose rock when this trigger paw ain’t c_cked
yeah, so say h_llo to the wolf
never in sheep’s clothin’, i’m bringin’ you the truth

- aasim

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