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alterbeats - fruit punch كلمات الأغنية

i hear a lot of false prophecies about a lot of mcs
philosophies about these fake socrates
not to be a hater, but he ain’t the savior
i got too many layers, the games got way too many players
so i slay another rapper and put ’em on the mantle
you looking but i’m on another channel
watching these sambos putting on a show for their handlers
lying to the people for the cameras
amateur night, these clowns can’t damage a mic
so i’m breaking off the hand that they write with
i write sh-t, real weed here takes flight with
the price gets better when you bring more cheddar
i fight clips with the strength of ten men
i’m p-ssing from the christiana to ‘ the sentiment
your style is cinnamon
way too sweet for the streets to be listeningg in michigan

hey, you a b-tch n-gg-
that’s right, i said it, you a b-tch n-gg-, word
you be running round with all types of snitch n-gg-s
i can’t mix with you, you and your inner b-tcha
yeah you, you a b-tch n-gg-
fat b-tch -ss n-gg-, rub on ya t-ts, n-gg-
you one of them side switch n-gg-s
i can’t mix with you b-tch n-gg-s

rock not the ll cool j “i need love”
more like the ll, smoke two j’s, i need drugs
erratic behavior, ran out in the’
y’all rapping this lame sh-t, i feel like clapping the stage up
no applause and no remorse for rappers that’s claiming they got bars
no i’ll laugh in their faces b-tch boy
f-ck it, throw some d’s on it, rich boy
how those pants tight when you sagging, you sh-t in your draws, didn’t you?
i will make you break dance on your face scrams
capoeira, slap you h-lla hard, probably sprain my hand
you snakes can’t hide in my gr-ss
ain’t no gr-ss in the pjs, i smoke mine in a rat
i don’t drink fruit punch, n-gg-, i punch fruits
putting generations of little bangers through hunting school
i don’t wanna do sh-t with you
lifetime channel watching b-tter milk bath taking b-tch n-gg-

hey, you a b-tch n-gg-
that’s right, i said it, you a b-tch n-gg-, word
you be running round with all kind of snitch n-gg-s
i can’t mix with you, you and your inner b-tcha
yeah you, you a b-tch n-gg-
fat b-tch -ss n-gg-, rub on ya t-ts, n-gg-
you one of them side switch n-gg-s
i can’t mix with you b-tch n-gg-s

- alterbeats

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