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automatick47 - solo dolo 2 كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: kid cudi]
i don’t need, i don’t need n0body
please shut the front door and walk right in
in the land of the man who rock it hard for them
super solo dolo attack, run and tell that
if you’d like to know, yes, i am on acid
who could it be? k-i-d
searching all day in the streets for dmt
don’t sip it, though – it couldn’t answer
drip, drip all day – bumpin’ mgmt, homie
watch on who you hate on, fam’, without the facts
sad n-ggas back in the hood bumpin’ ratatat
to me it was a dream, a fiend to understand that
you never seen a n-gga like me?
i just tell ’em i’m an oxymoron when i open my mouth
cause people talk sh-t before knowing what i’m about
but for sure these cleveland boys is ill
but pretty soon your gutter b-tches wildin’ for real, it’s such a trip
hoes around the globe, i’m known to have a fet’
i don’t do a thing and these b-tches l!ckin’ they lips
me and chip reflect on all the hate and jibber jabber
mmm, you almost got me, but sucker i’m not a sucker
better get on back
you p-ssy motherf-ckers get the will smith smack
and i am not a fronter, better look up the facts
the world know what it be:
mr. rager, solo dolo, c.u.d., repeat it

[hook: kendrick lamar]
come, come now, last call, who want some?
it’s just me, two b-tches and dirty drums
two lips to kiss, 22 mother nuns
god blessed my tongue, i need it for life
awkward like cartwright, twiddling my thumbs
pondering my next accomplishments
it’s condescending to say i won
two lips, you kiss my -ss tonight, huh?

[verse 2: kendrick lamar]
i really want it – need it
break bread – or break fast
before i blast and break legs, ride past
and they scream out “little johnny is dead!”
you wish me well, i wish you h-ll
eternity, no such thing as time will tell
infirmary, burn like magnetic combustion
bad credit with me, and paramedics are hustlin’
what’s the definition of water?
sherm sticks, sipped a gallon of it when you caught us
turn quick, i don’t wanna play this for my daughter
if my son heard it, probably look at you as his father
i’m proud of myself in a bad way
halfway house, tell ’em to me halfway
i’m p-ssin’ out, -ss whoopin’
your -ss lookin’ for mich-lle obama ’til i bang on you
they couldn’t

[verse 3:ak-47]
ak-47 its the real one
i shot everybody im not kissing -ss to n0body
bloodsucking pinching -ss mothaf-ck-ss
i show you some real stuff
i die for originality my trapped soul still shaking in my rotten body
independent snake b-tches go f-ck some more arabians i be here im not hiding
you can catch me everywhere i be on my own music turned me into a ghost
solo dolo i move alone f-ck the cellphone
fake motha f-ckers still stealing lines and they get a promo live a lie
they never went through pain
go to a producer pay him for the mix make another gain
justin beaver’es play the game
shame on this generation let h-ll rise set you all on flame
im bound inside unaccomplishment but only time will tell
i think god might have a conspiracy against me for showing the truth
he put me in a cell how you call that a judgement blaming a true soundman
talking about acid these people doesnt have no soul
they will torture your’s just to be safe in their own goal
i hate my country and what its represents thats all

- automatick47

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