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​clipping. - something they don't know (wettworker remix) كلمات الأغنية

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[intro: daveed diggs]
sb, what up
h_llfyre club, what up
it’s clipping, b_tch
tell them something they don’t know

[verse 1: daveed diggs]
the thing about murder is it’s a mess
the thing about hiring k!llers is payment is stressful
the thing about living long is regret
but sh_t, sometimes you just got to pull the f_cking trigger
prophetic profiteering pop a pill in a park
and wheeling around on a segway calling it a metaphor
you on that next sh_t
what you get sh_t
a synthetic sense of being
stop on a hill in the dark and dealing
what sounded like deadweight
calling up jennifer she on that x sh_t, no s_x sh_t
she sells cialis by the seaside out the sixth floor balcony apartment
he bows when he enters a touch of class ‘fore he touch that ass
and she never suspected the geriatric motherf_cker would pull something fast
it was the last move he ever made so
needless to say she was on some not today sh_t and
even it came when you met up with her for the date like
d_mn, if you had any game at all it could have been a h_ll of a weekend
but instead you got stabbed in the f_cking chest
[hook: daveed diggs]
cause you ain’t know who the f_ck you were dealing with
talking about your dough like it’s bakers in the building, b_tch
you couldn’t even blow if the d_ck was in between your lips
c_ck back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherf_cker
the baller’s in the building
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
give a f_ck about your feelings
unless you
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know

[verse 2: sb the moor]
yo, the old n_gga’s dead
new n_gga step up, never gave a f_ck
living in his head
b_tch texts some cops sharing milky puffs
but he more about his bread, uh
so when he had heard the n_gga had knitted up red
carte blanche motherf_cker
he had a couple of bumps and his nerves was lead
headed to the hnic’s eyes
ice tea, he driving on the 101, tired of asking nicely
she said “get your ass some paper, life’s pricey
and if you want this p_ssy, get with it, fit it with ice
icy is always better, that’s the way that i see it”
d_mn, she right though
and this sh_t is flight or fight, bro
but the flight ain’t getting you nothing
so you better stick to the night, yo
get your ass some nighttime vision
and no no one hears your plight, so
you best turn lead to steel
better go and get your ass right, go
walk through the door, doorman laughs (hahaha) but he don’t say nothing
he probably thinking he bluffing
soft n_gga who stuffed with stuffing
but he god d_mn serious, (grr!)
n_gga probably thinks he’s delirious, (huh?)
but the bomb strapped to his chest gonna explain how d_mn clear he is (hahahaha!)
[hook]
cause you ain’t know who the f_ck you were dealing with
talking about your dough like it’s bakers in the building, b_tch
you couldn’t even blow if the d_ck was in between your lips
c_ck back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherf_cker
the baller’s in the building
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
give a f_ck about your feelings
unless you
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know

[verse 3: nocando]
i feel like a young heihachi mishima
my bloodline is the product of demons
f_cking with this young hollywood model
she don’t so drugs so she probably bulimic, alright
i’m sliding through the city intravenous
smelling like a struggle and feeling like completion
i’m too seasoned, don’t rhyme without a reason
give me 300 million rupiah, yea i’m feeling indonesian, right
look into my iris you might glimpse my soul
my best friend just got off a high risk parole
we’ve been through ups and downs in life’s give’s and go’s
don’t f_ck with us tonight cause we so happy we could fight
[hook]
cause you ain’t know who the f_ck you were dealing with
talking about your dough like it’s bakers in the building, b_tch
you couldn’t even blow if the d_ck was in between your lips
c_ck back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherf_cker
the baller’s in the building
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
give a f_ck about your feelings
unless you
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know

[verse 4: open mike eagle]
we all assorted bones thrown in a sack of flesh
i wonder what that actress gets for being on the bachelorette
i don’t know what’s on all my broken rap cassettes
but i won’t trash them yet
and i don’t know why
i’m in a crew with all solo guys
we got our own secret language
plus our logo’s fly
i really think so
like i was turning j_panese
i also think you can make poison from churning appleseeds
so don’t drink with me
i ate a gummy bear recently that put me on every possible frequency
i bet you didn’t know that sh_t
mission accomplished
this is a pompous missive__admittedly, it’s dishonest

[verse 5: daveed diggs]
if the skeletons in your closet are having a quinceañera
then it’s probably time to open the f_ck up
full disclosure: there’s foolies tucked in every crevice you ain’t searched
and your mind is a prime candidate to merk if you would let it
so better run trick (run trick)
cause the game ain’t a game no more it’s a f_cking gun trick (gun trick)
cl!ck, cl!ck, hear that in a dream
with the team that mean on the tongue quick
tick, tick, it’s a bomb in the bas_m_nt
basically stay in the sun, b_tch
cause the vitamin d isn’t necessary
bitter bite on the mind, a reminder of times
you done bit off more than you can chew
should have known this was about monsters
they wait in the closet for you
and you wait in the dark for enlightenment
frozen in a warrior two
how’s your chakra, bro?
when you c_ck the four and peel back your skull like platanos

pop pop
and it goes, and it goes, and it goes (and it goes, and it goes)
and again
pop pop
get low, get low, get low (get low, get low)
gonna pick out a halo, sh_t
chop chop
did you know, did you know, did you know (did you know?)
to be static does he make the automatic go (rawk)
and the body go drop
and the party don’t stop
liquor shot, give a motherf_cker props

[hook]
cause you ain’t know who the f_ck you were dealing with
talking about your dough like it’s bakers in the building, b_tch
you couldn’t even blow if the d_ck was in between your lips
c_ck back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherf_cker
the baller’s in the building
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
give a f_ck about your feelings
unless you
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know

[verse 6: wettworker]
okay you don’t know me
nor do you want to
push the volume
murder all you
have a ball
no room to argue
and i’m shootin’ phonies
hoopin’ codeine
homies be groupin’ loot and trophies
it’s what we all do
linger on a b_tch
finger got an itch
trigger happy
i don’t know you
i dispose you
ignorance is bliss
and my name better not come off your lips
clippin’ full clips, holes in you
i turn your cheddar into swiss
uninvited on a track
fun to write it
want a stack
income’s the outcome
gun ignited, got a rack
you think you gangster?
you think you thug?
people pay me fifty g’s just to get a shrug
more written, more dead
when i spit it’s warhead
b_tch gimme more head
i’m skeetin’ on your forehead
past due? here with a fat crew
comin’ at you
when i gat you
you’re so whack
ain’t worth the tear tattoo
like i taught my youth
never stop to shoot
take her shoppin’ too
to get her suckin’ c_ck in the booth
knockin’ boots
poppin’ cops and truth
got proof
knock ’em loose when i c_ckin’ lockin’ glocks on your tooth
yo
p_wn it if you got it
flaunt it? your wallet i want it
don’t make me make you chomp it
i take to make deposits
let me ponder
it’s been a minute since i’ve lost it
if it’s audible it’s plausible the monster’s out the closet, b_tch
wettworker
remember the name:
bridge burners union

- clipping

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