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cris strife – ego كلمات اغاني

im feeling like
yeezy la flame how i p_ss on ya grave
choppa r kelly i p_ss on yo face
if you dont want me to win you best pray
i surpass anyway and go p_ss on yo faith
p_ss on yo name and then sh_t yo day
d_ck in yo mouth so its f_ck what you say
im wit my dogs and we stay on that bull
when i come around put yo b_tch in a cage
huh life was an everyday struggle
now my pockets fat like dj akademiks
b_tch i ran up a check off a spotify
yo ass on soundcloud doing no digits
muhf_ckas hated when i started rappin
now they in mcdonalds trynn wrap up the dishes
my mama thought i was in my room studying
until i showed her i made my own bidness
can’t fill in my shoes so these muhf_ckas trippin
my bro got a face tat cause he really widdit
you in a lambo in all of yo raps but whenever see em
they whippin a civic
pull up and spray at yo field like im cropdusting
snap and then shoot like i went and forgot something
rappers be dying from takin them pills
yeah you poppin them percs but yo ass ain’t up on nothing
huh why these muhf_ckas so thick and so dense
but they still ain’t got sh_t in they head
yall must be sick of my sh_t of my sh_t at this point
but im ready for war b_tch im off of my meds
money from features got me lookin sl!ck
i ain’t shootin my shot i could buy me a b_tch
and the reason i talk like i’m big is because
my d_mn ego same size as my d_ck
whole d_mn twelve inch wish you well b_tch
boutta perform wit my pelvis elvis
press these b_tches gon stretch theses b_tches
im comin for yours man im so selfish
walk in the room all i’m smelling is b_tch
sniff that sh_t out from a mile away
look at my files all you see is hits
when people wake up i’m gon blow any day
p_ssy ass muhf_ckas can’t hold up my jockstrap
let alone hold up a candle to my shine
i might go stupid and start sayin f_ck rap
pull up and shoot at the court like its primetime
my time my rhymes b_tches can’t hold up a
candle to my shine
pull up and shoot st the court like its
primetime every dollar from this music is my dime
huh rappers be talkin bout how they gon clap rounds
but that sh_t ain’t in they background
back down f_ck it well spin that sh_t back round
jump off the top rope he catch the smackdown

roll that boy up like a rillo
come around here he get slept like a pillow
mag on my hip like a hippo
its a device that urns wives into widows
see through yo sh_t like a window
they call me young ebisu god of the shinto
turn a will smith to a willow
b_tch call me darling like my name was hero

- cris strife

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