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biinjo - spliff! كلمات أغنية

[verse 1 _ biinjo]
i got your crowd two_steppin’ to the mixtape
big blunts, showin’ disrespect to those who b_tch made
i rock harder than the cafe
hope you have a bad day
you out here smokin’ loose leaf, but b_tch, i’m smokin’ lab strains
therapy make you a changed man? (shut the f_ck up!)
i smoke more green than a cabbage patch
you got worse odds of living when i light this match
and set ya valley aflame (i hope you catch that)
i ain’t the mumble rapping type that steady cappin’ my ass off
’bout money i don’t have, or b_tches i pass off
i’m out here, show my lady love, i don’t back talk
respectin’ my woman, best be prepared when my mask off
i act hard, but back it up, you only can smack talk
i usually keep the peace, but now you brought out the mad dog
i bark back, and tend to air this b_tch in a flash, dog
you makin’ chump change, i’m makin’ racks in the backdrop
just know i’m climbin’ this social ladder, a real banger
designer floodin’ my closet, gon’ need some new hangers
i k!ll the beats that i rap on, you in danger
you best pray to whatever you believe in
that we don’t cross paths, i’d drop you if i f_ckin’ meet ya
i’ll pack arenas ‘fore you even sell ya newest feature
you work with losers who can’t hold no conversations either
you ominvs, i’m sinister, this ain’t no common meet up
you dissed r10t!, but ain’t prepared when i incite one
i shoot real sh_t, you straight in my sights, bub
i’d blast, but you way too small to hit with a nice one
i’ll hand you a mic and let you end it tonight, son
the crowd givin’ you shivers, you should’ve never considered
of dissin’ me or my brothers, you gettin sent to the sewers
you patient 0, i’m the doctor curin’ sh_t that’s incurable
a plague of wack raps is all you’ll ever know
[verse 2 _ diorlevii]
little man, little man, what you up to?
don’t speak about me, or you gonna have some cuts due
perfect pair be cookin’ bangers like it’s lunch food
we be cheffin’ up while sending n_ggas out to hunt you
this ain’t a diss, my n_gga, i got something to prove
without me on that stage, you wouldn’t have a bit of movement
n_ggas talkin’ ’bout my rapping like i never do this
got my foot all on yo neck, so what’s the f_ckin’ move, b_tch?
and it’d be dumb as f_ck to diss us back, man, you can’t rap, man
you a feller now, so don’t you ever call yourself a black man
that man be gobblin’ yo d_ck, i call him pac_man
fax in all those texts, i’m bringing out the facts, man
by the way, is this how n_ggas talkin’ to they girlfriends?
we no longer homies, but i hate to see her world end
i been smokin’ you so much that i’m creatin’ whirlwinds
puttin’ out the blunt to roll a wood to get it pearled
then i’m smokin’ you again, put you in a bin
you betta learn ya place before i raid it with my kin
i know i said it once, but i’ll repeat to get it in
and if you think you’re safe, you must be trippin’ off the gin
just keep on makin’ sh_tty ass beats, or them simple amvs
’til i’m slidin’ on yo block in my f_ckin’ amg
get this sh_t by any means, i feel like i’m amp
but sofast tryna fanum tax my m_th_f_ckin’ cheese, b_tch
yo b_tch p_ssy smell like cheez_its, i got her on her knees, tho
hoppin’ on this beat, i eat it up like some doritos
the only shots you shoot is free throws
like shaq, you f_ckin’ brick, ho
i’d talk about yo bookins, but yo ass ain’t gettin’ none of those
none of you are, so give up dreams and aspirations of you being a star
you stupid f_ggots need to go outside and be who you are
just hop up off the internet and stop tryna be hard
because you won’t get far at all
[outro _ diorlevii]
i’m out_rappin’ you n_ggas with a sinus infection right now

- biinjo

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