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big mauer - this shit كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yo uh sh_t f_ck yo uh uh (sh_t)

[verse 1]
i’m writing this while i uber so i can eat
i’m getting my sh_t out to the streets
drop my mixtape in a bag of mickey d’s (here ya go)
serving you up this peace with a side of fries like a robbery
drop my cd in your front yard plant pottery
f_ck with big grimm i know you’ll rock with me
talk sh_t ’bout my tape we’ll get twisted like a cross duck weave

[verse 2]
diamond in the rough
rock ya sh_t get snuffed
stay brick tough
fighting here the gruff

see me creeping in the dead of night
trench coat strapped on real tight
hit me like zeus with with the smite
absorb that sh_t givе ya a grim night
you lost if you think it’s just a fight
this rock crack diamonds reflect off the light
cursing mad likе a hot pan to a sizzled egg white (szzzzz)
cursing the fans with this grand plan you need the insight
dressed up like a bogey
hiding at the arcade puffing on a stogy
i’m the boss of this sh_t you just a crony
cracking a pepsi ain’t no coke phony (sniff)
ashing plenty like i’m sparanos tony (ayeee)
this ain’t no cheap sh_t bologna
high end deli meats like my bars and beats from the italian homies
walk in that b_tch they got my order ready because they know me
(i got italian friends i can say that)
like give me that sh_t you know what i want

[verse 3]
yeah you know your boy stay dressed to the nines
get me on f_ck that’s delicious tasting fine wines
(f_ck that’s delicious)
chopping up goats floating on boats down the rhines
listening to blue notes sample the jazz lines
counting out bank notes paying for these steins
steaks sealed in the totes resting in the brine
smoke it up real nice on the side not no pine
this sh_ts solid like oak save room for the key lime

chain on the wrist
hear it clang when i hit
feel the pains in my fist
can’t see me hiding in the mist
playing that sh_t on loop let the track spin
some days get blunted like snoop sh_t’s taxing
walking up in a full tweed suit like king pin
running this get the loot like big kicking doors in (give me the loot give me the loot)

you know your head scrambled like eggs it’s too foreign
limp walking legs hopping out the car sore limbs
we shooting this sh_t get to scoring
rain falling breathtaking eyes see pouring
street wandering and i keep pondering my fortunes
know me one day i’ll be conquering forums
write this as clean as four nuns
smoking scorching lungs
beefing with mormons
arguing about abortions
while stealing portions
of wafer’s too give to orphans
taking plate money like it’s extortions

excuse me?
what the f_ck?
the f_ck was that?
what?
yo no wait!
this sh_t dirty
what did he say?
i got more!
shut the f_ck up!
i got more!
oh my god
jesus christ
oh my go_ f_ck off!
what the f_ck was that?
i got more
before this beat ends
this sh_t feel like running up in cafes
robbing a place wearing a crochet ski mask
then making a latte
dipping out on the the freeway blasting reggae
screaming f_ck the police and then getting away

(how the h_ll do you even come up with that?)

this sh_t crazy?
this sh_t dirty
what the f_ck is this?
(what?)
this sh_t f_cking good as h_ll that’s what it is
that’s why you still listening
(get off the mic!)
to the next song b_tch

f_cking

go away

next song

- big mauer

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