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ab-soul – writer’s block كلمات اغاني

[verse]
(stone cold)
stone cold, k!lla soul, back, with a iller flow
packed, like a sack lunch with a rap that’ll detach ya like velcro
spit a sixteen then h-ll rose
(talkin’ out ya -ss)
i bend a n-gga like a elbow, for talkin’ out his -ss
but i don’t hear sh-t less he talkin’ bout this cash
flip em like an hour gl-ss now that’s dirty shower fast n-gga
(the game)
i got the game mad, like star face throwin’ a tantrum
seed to the root of all evil deeds, don’t plant em’
ab the miraculous to rap what math is to calculus
(big figures)
look out for dis’ no other n-gga figure, could amount to this
i’m bigger than jigga’s home boy from the sty
and i dont dot em i just got shades over my eyes…..soul
(the gift)
lord knows i got the gift
why you lookin’ surprised swallow your pride
before you choke and need the heimlich maneuver
you a threat? i’m nortan anti-virus ima remove ya bet
(top dog entertainment)
it’s top dawg entertainment, f-ck y’all pups
i tell my b-tches let ya hair down, leave on your pumps
my doors always open, you can leave when you want, yup!
(top notch)
top notch to my socks, and my shoes fit perfectly
start me out i’m finna start sh-tting on n-ggas purposely
call me out like an umpire and ima fire
(f-cked up)
like when an employers budget is cut
as long as y’all ridin’ my d-ck i’m f-ckin’ you up
no g-y sh-t back to the basics fat laces in my acix
(slavery)
got it mastered like a plantation owner back in the 1800’s
you n-ggas love it you starvin’ i’m grubbin
open the oven and have a bite that’s equivalent to how i write
(food for thought)
its food for thought for your appet-te
hand me a comp-ss, n-gga i’m lost in this afterlife if i’m readin’ these chapters right
was heaven bound, but h-ll, that ain’t happen right
(black hoodie)
oh well, i make the best of what i got when it’s hot
black hoodie on attractin’ more heat than a spot
wit crack rock by the zip don’t let your kanine sniff
and be surprised when he go stiff, im poppin like a 4 5th
in yo function humpin yo b-tch, she come home fussin
thats cold, it must be december or sumfin, she slipped and fell on my d-ck and i ain’t yell timber or nuffin, sh-t
(writers block)
this what i come up with when i got writers block
win by any means necessary tie a knot, a-round ya voice box
a b, soul heat stroke any man come across this line, finito
i wipe my feet on ya cd cover like welcome matts
bien venido, how bout that
got my hand on my gat no im lyin thats my t-st-cl-
and its growin like vegeteble
get off my groin h0m-s-xuals i tell you n-ggas time and time again
perpetual, liars on the mic get fried like rice & wontons in hong kong
one

- ab soul

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