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b k z - best control verse كلمات الأغنية

crazy how kendrick controlling ya’lll
this crowd control
coming at the young
and the old
control system make me wanna hit ab in the soul
them black hippies bouta get stoned
met trinidad once with that corny as gold
explaining how new york showed him love
bouta send em back home
take fabs tape with every inch of his soul
with words that will break skull and bones
& it was cool joe
wanna bud in & respond
papoose was like thank godd
so something could put him on
king los came strong
rest this n-ggas got it wrong
i mean theres ortiz
reaction quick and mean
while the n-ggas kendrick mentioned don’t even wanna intervene
when a n-gga like me
got more dope lines than pusha t
i dont smoke crack motherf-ckerr
i spitt it
i don’t beat p-ssy motherf-ckerr
i k!ll it
and ya bitter
virgin p-ssy ya’lll tight
vanilla miller
pen ice on frost bite
meek millz scream to death
can’t write a bar to save his life
asap only be k!lling fashion
perm looking like ru paul dragged him along leather
or ferg trapped him & bagged him
god wish i knew better
oh lord this rap h-ll
the devils son no hope
straight k!ll
harlem n-ggas getting smoked
big l
watch cam’ run
juelz and slim jim dipset
murder before you get ya lip set
to speak before last breath
don’t care how ya feelin’
joe , ross and bron
ain’t fittin in the building
only time cole on top
is when hookah smoke hit the ceiling
there bouta be a new god
from ny who not chi(shy)
while you watch his car(ca) go
bumpin mercy in that brand new lago
ima man throwin straight shots
no low blows
& i’m just gettin’ started
started from the bottom
by ya b-tches bikini
unlike drake chair wheelin’
kendrick prolly hurt his feelings
& wayne gonna fall hard
if the n-gga keep leaning
& gbe music not even decent
no pr-nunciation meaning
& the game is like the game
grew up but ain’t really change
tyga ain’t got no stripes
that n-gga just f-cking lame
come on man
f-ck ya’lll dr suess rappin -ss n-ggas
know you wack
stick to trapping -ss n-ggas
n-ggas straight booty
-ss clapping -ss n-ggas
get ya -ss clapped
slumped over like you bowed for that n-gga
sh-t well
bet ya’ll can’t even spell
grade ya for a bar exam
and ya’ll all fail
new york the jury
king here? don’t ring no bells
kendrick should’ve kept his -ss in compton
what plea you b-tch n-ggas copping
no bargain
all you n-ggas targets
only time you sick is when i lay you
coffin
b.o.b the builder needa reconstruct his word department
his fans hope he gets writers block
before he get stomped on the curb
and ain’t no n-gga gon’ stop
that’s my word
better stay on the guitar
this is close up & personal
while i’m shootin for the stars
new york n-ggas prolly take kendrick la-m with an ar
watch ken drip from far
watch the swimming pool flood
of my favorite rappers blood
while i play the heart
all three parts
i bet i sound like stan in the dark
past my time,insanely
so i could of bodied you crazy
left ya -ss in section 80
& if you loose it, please stop
with ya lucid dreams of pac
you woulda got cut in my barber shop
you peepin how my topics swap
n-ggas softer than cotton swaps
i raised the bar so far up
i’m drunk and high by scott
by the flag
body uncle murda
prolly make uncle murda look for me and murda
then make em scream uncle
till somebody scream murda
n-gga this the best control verse
even if unheard of
stab nicky in her dimples
f-ck her till silicon seeps out her -ss and nipples
and big sean
how is it your song
and you got belittled
f-ck a metaphor
you got bodied and crippled
dropped the ball
ain’t got no control no dribble
ya’lll trash straight land fill
tyler and earl make joey bad-ss milk
expired time with that 90’s rhyme
like 99 would stand still
stealing flows back then like that would prolly get ya -ss k!lled
but yg, roscoe, flocka flame
spit dry sh-t like the lips on gucci mane
wiz keep coming with that reg sh-t but still give chest pain
wacker than 2chainz
wale for all you n-ggas
it’s a love hate thing
n-ggas like how that sound
odd, like d brown
the wackiest one from d town
i don’t stop
got heat rounds
and that ain’t it
only king remembered is big
ain’t no sh-t bout krit
mgk could spit some sh-t
but frenchie ain’t got no witt
if so where it at ?
you trippin like acid rap
rappers won’t get a chance at that

i slam these rappers like doors and draws
i pull ya card every time i draw
i paint a perfect picture
but a n-gga can’t draw
any battle can’t be a draw
a verse from me bodies them all
andre on knight
i rise you fall
kyrie on knight
i’m the wrong n-gga to cross
it’s clearly on sight
you can’t see ?
i ball
or will soon
n-gga give room
i get excited when i’m claustrophobic
compact words run out my head
i place em smooth
these n-ggas know it
running on thoughts
turned into run on sentences
then i made em rhyme
by jr high
teachers knew i was blessed with this
since grade 7
age 12 or 11
fifth grade i sent my imaginary friends to heaven
like the dogs in the disney movie
don’t come to me with p-ssy and weed
i’m busy stupid
stupid busy
while y’all busy doing stupid sh-t
i’m tryna get it
and you giving nothing
for a future life with no life to live

- b k z

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