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claas - what does that make you كلمات الأغنية

[intro: claas]
yeah!

[verse 1: claas]
go on ahead and look at me now, clizzle been puttin’ it down
kept it one hundred not f_ckin’ with clowns, 24/7, 360 around
can’t swim but never gon’ drown
liftin’ these weights just to carry this town
f_ckin’ with me, see, we all ’bout to eat
ain’t no greed but the envy stay screaming out loud
aaahh! i’m ’bout to make it, no matter the pain or the time that it takes
aaahh! i never stop, see i’m bettin’ on me and i’m raisin’ the stakes
this is my time to go amass the fakes
so the pettiness ain’t gonna keep me from great
if you thinkin’ i ain’t, you must be mistaken
i’ve been the dude and y’all just don’t acquaint
i will burn this sh_t down, seth rollins curbstomp ’em all in the ground
won’t see me mumble, no b_lls in my mouth
but i’m flexin’ on air while wearin’ this crown
me and d, ain’t no one stoppin’ this now
have ’em screamin’ out f_ckin’ throw a ball in the ground
i’m just ’bout to go make all my homies feel proud
while i’m k!llin’ this sh_t ’cause i’m ruthless and foul

[chorus: claas]
if i ain’t sh_t then what does that make you?
if we ain’t legit then what does that make you?
if we ain’t made of sh_t then what does it make you?
if we ain’t made of it then how can you claim to?
hold up, we ’bout to pound, burn this whole sh_t to the ground
and we ain’t f_ckin’ around, you are testin’ us then, y’all go testin’ us now
so get the f_ck out my face b_tch, make us best of they placement
’cause we gon’ run your gun, b_tch we number one
we them ones you be chasin’
[verse 2: sicnoizednice]
uhh, shoot from the hip when i hit ’em with the sicnoize
rappers on the rise in the scene sendin’ decoys
this ain’t your time, lookin’ down at you f_ckboys
shuttin’ sh_t down like a fire marshal
takin’ everything, we not accepting partial
bangin’ on my chest ’cause i’m running with the best
sick gang in this b_tch, middle fingers to the rest
and them n_ggas was hatin’, actin’ like they don’t know
but it’s all good, got your girl front row
this the main event, welcome to the show
old school, f_ck the vhs tae bo
ogs say you reap what you sow
we know you a ho, i won’t tell a soul
droppin’ napalm from my breath with the squad, b_tch
ain’t worried ’bout your girl, she the queen of the c_ckpit
k!llin’ everything that i touch, b_tch, i’m dnice
whole city paranoid, we poppin’ like some dirt bikes
never take a loss, we f_ckin’ dope and you know that
step up in the building, whole scene catch a contact
burnin’ these bridges i don’t have to cross
smackin’ these rappers, ain’t grabbin’ my b_lls
since a claashole life don’t give a f_ck about your price
know we shut it down and we keep that b_tch hype
i am the truth but surrounded by lies
yeah, that new ticket what can k!ll a track
this is not up for debate, it’s a fact
and so you’re gonna spit if i wanna come back
this is the chronic, ain’t ‘talkin 92
dab on the tick, got a high point of view
whole team is sh_t and you know we legit
so bruh, what does that make you?
[chorus: claas]
if i ain’t sh_t then what does that make you?
if we ain’t legit then what does that make you?
if we ain’t made of sh_t then what does it make you?
if we ain’t made of it then how can you claim to?
hold up, we ’bout to pound, burn this whole sh_t to the ground
and we ain’t f_ckin’ around, you are testin’ us then, y’all go testin’ us now
so get the f_ck out my face b_tch, make us best of they placement
’cause we gon’ run your gun, b_tch we number one
we them ones you be chasin’

[verse 3: chxxmpa]
i be on my levitate, you tryna lie on my name
send a couple bullets to the side of your face
on your way you shuttin’ up as if you lie in a grave
all obliged ’cause you p_ssy tryna ride in my lane (b_tch)
so if i ain’t the sh_t, then what does that make you
i’m confident you ain’t got sh_t on me, ho
tuck your sh_t from the blindfold we gave you
’cause the value ain’t matchin’ our energy
don’t give me none of that blah_blah or we gon’ go blaaow_blaaow
pull out the strap and the axe
cut the head from your body and leave you to die, die, die
f_ck with the game, we unleashin’ the beast on you cretins, don’t ask me the reason
evil as f_ck when you cross me, my shooters don’t play when it’s p_ssy boy season
i ain’t tryna gas up on you others in the way no mo
choppa gonna shoot them from the pain blow low
tryna be somebody but the name no go
f_ck a rider, you ain’t gon’ have a face no mo
only reason why i feel i gotta stay so blown
conversation with you made me wanna fiend and die slow
only all about me ’cause you lame_o’s so grown
now i say your name, i really gotta say it no more
i’ve been lookin’ out for y’all but gotta make my own goals
just to see what’s on my motherf_ckin’ thing now
’bout to snap and see what happens when i stay and don’t fold
bet your money you gon’ pull up tryna act tough
only way you hit the stage is if you pay for those shows
i don’t really think they f_ckin’ with your last album (not at all)
hate to stick a pin up in the barn that you’ve been building
but you really ain’t got sh_t on us, we got it to the last count (chxxmp!)
[chorus: claas]
if i ain’t sh_t then what does that make you?
if we ain’t legit then what does that make you?
if we ain’t made of sh_t then what does it make you?
if we ain’t made of it then how can you claim to?
hold up, we ’bout to pound, burn this whole sh_t to the ground
and we ain’t f_ckin’ around, you are testin’ us then, y’all go testin’ us now
so get the f_ck out my face b_tch, make us best of they placement
’cause we gon’ run your gun, b_tch we number one
we them ones you be chasin’

- claas

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