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ali saeed – jesse pinkman كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]
you a piece of sh-t, what you gonna do
when all you wanna do is f-ckin’ smoke a blunt or two
when all you wanna do is loosen up a couple brews
guzzle em up and then i’m feelin’ so dysfunctional

99 my momma brought out a fiend
fast forward couple years on the block coppin’ green
i’ll sell them drugs to your kids and the better keep it discrete
indecency over cowardice awakens demons in me now

i’m your parents worst nightmare
brown boy trippin’ lsd up at that school fair
where his momma and his poppa, get this f-cker outta here
he’s p-ssin’ blotters around and then p-ssin’ bottles to peers now

mind-state of copping a benz
i put my anchor in a b-tch like she tomi lahren
newsflash, you g-ssed, and i’m running with your juice
couple screws up in my head that f-ckin’ booze ain’t gotten loose

all my homies, they be nowhere when i pull up right outside
i be out to cop a sesh apocalypse until i die
i’m here to corrupt the youth, this wire, cuttin’ it loose
i swallow it so the cops can all hear me takin’ a deuce now

[chorus]
i say “jesse”, you say “pinkman”
walk into your crib with my weed still stinkin’
people on and on askin’ me what i be thinkin’
money on my mind right beside the f-ckin’ drinkin’

i say “jesse”, you say “pinkman”
walk into your crib with my weed still stinkin’
people on and on askin’ me what i be thinkin’
money on my mind right beside the f-ckin’ drinkin’

[verse 2]
i’m wakin’ up in the mornin’, i need that nicotine buzz
i hit my homie right after who got the illest of bud
i smoke it up and pour some hennessy right into my cup
so i can stay intoxicated for the hours to come

i hit yo b-tch up right after and she be askin’ for much
but i don’t blame her because she say that you’re the lamest of f-cks
homie, i take her for lunch while i be blazin’ a dutch
see i be wastin’ this p-ssy, it’s so amazing and such

the only car that i’m coppin’ is only one that i stole
and just for kicks i’m f-ckin’ crashin’ it up into a pole
see i ain’t got a d-mn license and the kid is so cold
see my word is my bond only truth that i’ve told

uh, see i’m sick of f-ckers arguin’ and sh-t
about who got the hottest bars, who be bossin’ like a b-tch
i give a f-ck bout yo issues, i’m tryin’ to stack my peso
pretty since i was day-old, roll my weed in that eight-fold

rip yo head off like kato, mortal kombat, don’t say no
you a p-ssy if you don’t, i see you tryin’ to lay low
i give a f-ck what you keepin, i be trynna raid your lab
trynna see just how much longer i be breakin’ f-ckin’ bad

i say “jesse”, you say “pinkman”
walk into your crib with my weed still stinkin’
people on and on askin’ me what i be thinkin’
money on my mind right beside the f-ckin’ drinkin’

- ali saeed

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