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bruiser wolf - write or wrong كلمات أغنية

[chorus]
thank god for this microphone (this microphone)
plymouth road, that’s a sniper zone (sniper zone)
couldn’t change me if i had a diaper on
i’m correct whether right or wrong (uh, uh)

[verse 1]
in detroit, we exploit n_ggas for snitchin’ (we exploit n_ggas)
we anoint n_ggas street cred, it’s based on a point system
and the joint stood tall like benoit benjamin (uh)
bought ritalin for my white_chocolate and vanilla friends (yeah)
bucket hat like gilligan, f_ck cancer, stay away from carcinogens
move blow like ceilin’ fans (like ceilin’ fans)
they used to l!ck the hand, then thеy bit the hand that fed ’em (that fеd ’em)
hope i forget it, left ’em beheaded, i don’t regret it (nah)
street_n_gga etiquette and rhetoric, the evidence is evident
forever on some ghetto sh_t (yeah), listen

[chorus]
thank god for this microphone (this microphone)
plymouth road, that’s a sniper zone (sniper zone)
couldn’t change me if i had a diaper on (yeah)
i’m correct (correct) whether right or wrong (uh)

[verse 2]
the gringo that slang dope by the slope
you was a don, now this con troll like remotes (listen)
gps say you goin’ broke, loud sayin’ wild things
watch your tone, loc (tone, loc)
she wanna elope, i can’t even propose a toast
where i’m from, they only raise glass to smoke (to smoke)
never done, soon we’ll be makin’ another run, love boat (listen)
coat had holes in it, you can see the pole in it
second to none, overdose like colt brennan (uh)
we run out and replenish, it’s a marathon, y’all sprintin’
life is but a rolex, everybody time stop tickin’ (uh, bruiser)
[chorus]
thank god for this microphone (this microphone)
plymouth road, that’s a sniper zone (sniper zone)
couldn’t change me if i had a diaper on (yeah)
i’m correct whether right or wrong (uh, uh)

[verse 3]
i’m winnin’, check the standings, paint pictures (paint pictures)
use the kitchen as my canvas
this b_tch don’t know where her pants is (her pants is)
b_boy stance in my stan smiths
excuse my thoughts, i’m just ramblin’
music in my head, i be jammin’ (huh)
you not him, you a stand_in (you a stand_in)
line after line, you can’t scan it (you can’t scan it)
eat beats like i’m famished (famished)
it’s feast or famine, triple beam balance
watch me stick the landin’, hopeless romantic (yeah)
let her spanish friend in, four hands and i’ma blow like a cannon
abandoned, abandoned by one of my parents (uh)
lyrics flow from my heart to my larynx (my larynx)
i’m just tryna rest my d_ck between a pair of br__sts
white sticks like cigarettes, vacuum seals on my silhouette
smith & wess’ with specs for the disrespect
dirty money, gotta disinfect it
gettin’ top at the top will give you a different perspective
bruiser
[chorus]
thank god for this microphone (this microphone, yeah)
plymouth road, that’s a sniper zone (huh)
couldn’t change me if i had a diaper on
i’m correct (i’m correct) whether right or wrong (uh)
thank god for this microphone (this microphone)
plymouth road, that’s a sniper zone (ha)
couldn’t change me if i had a diaper on (a diaper on)
i’m correct (i’m correct) whether right or wrong (uh)

[outro]
buzzy on broadway
buzzy on
dope fiends runnin’
the dope fiends runnin’

- bruiser wolf

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