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ay jay - black bottles كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
yo, you don’t wanna cross my path man i’m so cryptic
people try and f-ck with me but i don’t f-ck around with gross b-tches
i’m so wicked and so twisted, got no business
f-ckin’ hoes, b-tches, and snortin’ c0ke ’till my nose twitches
man f-ck that ‘thug life’ i ain’t rollin’ with no stupid gang
i’m my own clique, and i’m blowin’ up like a bazooka bang
you don’t even wanna know what the f-ck i do to lames-
who step up to me trying to f-ck around with these useless games
chuggin’ these black bottles rose to champagne
these f-gs wanna blow up there’s no way, what a d-mn shame
i’m so f-ckin’ high that i’m miles in the sky
and i’m like a pilot on tracks, and b-tch i’m bout to land planes
all of y’all motherf-ckers should know that i’m a beast man
slaughtering so many rappers they askin’ for a peace plan
beating me? man you f-ggots gettin’ the least chance
got you drippin’ from sweat like a motherf-ckin’ grease pan

[chorus]
chuggin’ these black bottles, man i’m gettin’ cross-faded
and you all hate it, cause you know that i’m gon’ make it
all of y’all jealous cause you know that all of y’all basic
every small statement i say makes you go all crazy
chuggin’ these black bottles

[verse 2]
yo, you don’t wanna cross my path i’ll leave you opened up
the type to run around the country naked screaming ‘vote for trump’
the type to start smokin’ drugs, ’till my eyes are swollen shut
i’m a guy that you can know and trust, to f-ck up your entire flow of blood
that’s right, i’m a maniac i’ll roast f-gs, and grill chickens
and don’t forget that i have broke backs and k!lled children
and i will not stop until i’m at the top charts
man, i’ve been eating rappers while you were eatin’ some pop tarts
do not start, with me name a rapper as hard as me
my words can f-ck up your lungs and start blockin’ your arteries
so remember that if you step to me you’ll get your face mased
i’m in great shape, for someone who’s a motherf-ckin’ sp-ce case
got some k!ller lines i’m about to start smackin’ your face with
ready or not is here b-tch i’m back in the bas-m-nt
i’ll say it again, don’t f-ck with me or die in a strange way
that’s how the game’s played, n0body’s messin’ with ayjay

[verse 3]
yo, you don’t wanna cross my path, smokin’ bongs of frosted gl-ss
walkin’ paths to greatness while other f-ggots are talkin’ trash
i’m a psycho, have you heard of a serial k!ller?
i can be nice but i think that my murder material’s iller
wearin’ red shorts, smokin’ dope of the best sorts
wreck wh0r-s, then k!ll ’em and start rapin’ the dead corpse
everyone should know that i’m the f-ckin’ best, kid
ayjay is here so all you mc’s gettin’ your neck slit
black bottles

- ay jay

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