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c-lo s.t.s. - bitch ass mook كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
yo mothaf-ckin’ b-tch -ss mook
yo -ss ain’t learned sh-t from chris
guess you like to take the d-ck the way you like to get dissed
you lil f-g
and i’m sad u rhyme so bad
but you gon f-ck around and catch a fcking verbal tea bag
b-tch n-gga – tell me how the f-ck you figure
that you could ever try to come test – s.t.s
yo let me guess – every time this n-gga drop a rhyme
you gon take it personal and try to come and take mine
you run behind me like a son running after daddy
it’s like i’m tiger woods and you my motherf-ckin’ caddie
you can’t copy everything this n-gga do and say
i thought you had enough getting sloppy seconds from sharae
but you wasn’t satisfied with a h.o.e
so you ran behind me & tried to f-ck my ep
trying to tell me that “tales” ain’t true
that’s right you hopped out the car like “f-ck a cop, what the f-ck yall gone do”
and then you told me “c-lo don’t stop the car f-ck it”
then pulled your d-ck out and told the little pigs to suck it
you full of sh-t jay-z would call you fugazi
it’s like you try to tell the crew that you rule tracey
before you run yo mouth, try to run your house
you can’t handle the homie before you handle your spouse
she’s the man with 3 children
f-ck k-mook from now on it’s mr. mrs williams b-tch

[verse 2]
mook is shook this n-gga bout to faint on me
got is story straight bout to put the blame on me
when i spit that my lyrics made you relive that
so to p-ss yo -ss off i brought the f-cking beat back
so n-gga i’m glad you mad-grab ya pens and pads
rewind “tales from cali” get yo sh-t from dad
let me guess this is how the story went – you was bent
and i’m lying, i was shotgun, you were drivin
we were in your bentley coupe, you in a suit
i was rocking yellow and black boots from troop
you said “hey, let’s f-ck with j, he’s been shystie all day, this is how we make him pay”
so you bent the curb and calmed my nerves and hit your runners off with some c0ke to serve
then you saw this b-tch with -ss, flashed your cash
then you finger banged that hoe while you f-cked stacey dash
sh-t like that, make alot of sense to you
sh-t like that, get you kicked out the crew
because you got no sk!lls for real, n-gga chill
you wack son, you can not rap son
you a biter, you need a mothaf-ckin ghost writer-& moe dee’s writing for free
n-gga try to tell the truth and maybe we will get something from it
everything i rap about i could do or done done it – so run from it (whoa)
it’s too late for that
so instead black push ya wack release back
i f-cked you up before i even heard your cut
so when grown folks speaking keep your mouth shut (wack mothaf-cka)

- c lo s t s

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