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aasim – shot caller (freestyle) كلمات اغاني

[intro]
this is the remix, this is the remix, this is the remix
this is the remix, this is the remix, this is the remix
drop that sh_t, homie

[skit: al pacino from scarface & aasim]
you wanna play games?
okay, i play with you, come on (i know it’s been done, but it’s so appropriate right now)
(dj far) okay, you wanna play rough, okay? (let’s go)
say h_llo to my little friend

[verse]
get rich or die broke
if i don’t get rich, i’m a blow up a buildin’, shoot at the pope
stand at the devil’s front door and check my coat
this the poor man’s blues, hungriest sh_t i ever wrote
i could predict the weather, aasim’s reign of terror
evеry bar is a lifeline, i will remain forеver
the point i’m tryna prove is i could give a f_ck less
’cause i’m f_cked up in the left lane, speedin’ to success
all i want is the wealth, you n_ggas fight over what’s left
just a bunch of n_ggas with feelin’s like you got a_cup br__sts
and there’s no sweat off my brow, you learnin’ that lesson now
any studio with a mic and i’m burnin’ that session down
my only true religion is cuban with crucifixes
in them spike lee nikes, scuffed ever so slightly
hunger pains in my veins but my jeans cut precisely
while you blog ’bout you don’t like me, your girl’s doin’ me nightly
wow, what a way to brush you off lightly
now you lookin’ upset, aasim is a big threat
while you makin’ it rain, i’m at the liberty, gettin’ your b_tch wet
calm down, tough guy, who are you tryna impress?
if this is a scare tactic, your hashtag has failed
you tryin’ to box with god but you lookin’ a little frail
and it’s a little late to be even a little jail
i been around, homeboy, my track record could sell
i sh_t on your lp, i shoot through your lv
logo, h0m_ nope, i’m not a gangsta
i’m a grown ass man, you a jonas fan
so what’s that old 50 song? oh yeah, “w_nksta”
you a f_ckin’ w_nker
and you ain’t been to london so you don’t understand him
me, i wrote hits, b_tch, you ain’t wrote sh_t, b_tch
i don’t think my sh_t stink but i think i’m the sh_t, b_tch
and i’m done with you clowns
i either go the distance or end you in one round
i don’t wanna be king, i’m not the son of no crown
but i bodied this like all the rest, gun shot, man down

- aasim

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