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chop - 7 god كلمات الأغنية

so g-ssed i can fill me up a tank
you foreally? like i’m quincy, i’ma grizzly in the paint
young christopher wallace, i needa diddy in the gang
when you into stackin riches, only ceilin is the banks
made a way, that cats that hate, should say a thanks
don’t make me pull ya past-out, n-ggas finna faint
i don’t like to talk about sh-t that i’m finna make
the pillars im finna break, the millions im finna take
lord, god bless ’em, ‘for you play with this weapon
know that i’m fully loaded, don’t you be contestant
playin russian roulet, with, me, will be a death-wish
i’m shootin for the top if you needin the projection
that’s a little gem for the detectives
heading for my spot will leave you neckless
enticed, by belizean skies, feedin the grind
keep it street with a sweetie beside, see she a dime
the way a n-gga keep in they minds, need me shrine
we designed, to k!ll this sh-t up in time, you keep benign
from the 75, my presence could mesmorize
you wellin, and tellin lies, i’m tailin an enterprise
scalin up everests’ side, just tryna reach better skies
while life wasn’t sweet, them n-ggas was sellin pies
if they can’t see my vision, they inflicted with swellin eyes
when i come through floodin the streets, you better dive?
to these roaches i’m pesticide
stop you from buggin out, if you hopin you get to fly
i’m on point now
n-ggas tryna get the voice down, so they smokin joints now
got it locked like im tryna pop a joint outttt
clownin, with the doink style, n-gga
sh-ttin on these b-tches i’ma -ssh0l-
big-headed, coulda swore it was an afro
f-ck makin it rain, cause that don’t bring the cashflow
never moved a key but i’m tryna be the capo
hate that we sinners, the sh-t we ate up for dinner
tryna raise up the stakes, the different pace got me thinner
children raised to be k!llers, they’ll slice ya face up with scissors
state done made ’em gorrillas, life thrownaway for the scrilla
everyday i’m awake, and i know these snakes and they venom
sourness stay up in em, like cowards chasin with lemons
no power brakes on these n-ggas, power plays on these n-ggas
get overweight with the plates, just hopin the cake can fill us..
for my mans shavin grams not with gilletes
pumpin b-ss like he skrillex
tryna get the begets, cribs, i want the biggest
stunt, til they feel it in the gut with they appendix
you ain’t gotta worry, the seven cities, i got that
every hurdle they throw infront me, i hop that
when i try to ad, they wanna block that
but i been buildin this since shop-cl-ss
i’m the 7 god, back like i never lost
speak game like a seminar, sh-t i’m 7 god
get rich, might set it off, like set it off
you f-ck boys better haul

i know they throw dirt on my name
all y’all lame, tryna stop my gain
all my pain, from all pain
i’m makin all ya pay

this all my game

i’m never off, save that prayer for ya dogs
don’t forget your place, you’re the waiter, i’m the boss..
i ain’t finna save her, pullin capers on em all
highly rated, created player kinda bars
maxed-out, n-ggas done tapped out
kinda like celebrity leaks they -ssed out
frontin, i flash out, show you what rap bout
figured i’d milk the game, i’m wantin the cash cow..
brash style, ill teach you this rap sport
lose control on the track, i’m givin the crash course

- chop

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