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da$h & retch - the rap monument كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: retch]
break up and roll it, light it then smoke it
p-ss it, don’t hold it, loud pack, that potent
i’m drunk and i’m rolling, this pill got me open
these bad hoes is grunting, they bootys is poking
out them little dresses, and a n-gga wanna f-ck
he don’t even smoke, but tell b-tter roll a blunt
cause i’m way too drunk, and i’m too turnt up
and i brought my own drugs, and i do my own stunts
young and i’m wylin, new drugs, i try ’em
hood call me retch, but your b-tch call me brian
in polo, i’m styling, that’s all that i’m rocking
and if you catch me out in ‘lo it’s a problem
‘less it’s a champion suit, then i’m trapping
f-ck with me, i got all this ‘lo all from rapping
used to have a n-gga that was down to get to clapping
seen it on a video, he yapping to the captain
that n-gga snitching, r86 him
these n-ggas trannies cause these n-ggas switching
and these n-ggas b-tching more than these b-tches
and i’m just so sick of this sh-t, it’s ridiculous
middle finger to the feds and b-tches all day
take her out to eat, then i make a b-tch pay
and my wine on chill, and my shrimps sautéed
and i’m chilling in la with a b-tch from the bay

[verse 2: da$h]
year before ’83, i be the kid who found e.t
tell him teach me all he know, prolly make him smoke some dope
call a b-tch over for throat and put her on some game
just to get up in her brain and now she out making me change
i’m really dynamite, throw her on the blade, no wesley snipes
young roxanne, baby sell that body to the night
i’m trife as f-ck, light the blunt, get high enough to die for once
throw the pad at christ, they asking god how do i write this stuff
don’t know if he ever liked me much, but i’m saying oh well
blazing l’s with the devil, watching old h-ll in a cell
matches your favorite actress, blasted, naked on my mattress
polygraphs break you say i ain’t the illest n-gga rapping
and f-cking captain of this multi-million dollar faction
commander and chief, my sons the son of sam with the beef
we get loot, always ran from police
you b-tch n-ggas lose your head if you speak
i ash the doobie off the cruise ship
and flew to [?], cheffing out of ruth chris
two b-tches telling me they do sniff, what do you know
so much wax in this blunt i’m smoking you’d think i’m f-cking madame tussauds
sh-t, i’m out of it yo, nah, f-ck that, bring them f-cking drums back
light a dub sack for my n-ggas locked who slung crack
on a daily basis, sip liquor, i never chase it
f-cker i’m the greatest, carve a statue from my face, b-tch

- dah retch

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