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dallas woods - dallas woods (triple j bars of steel) كلمات أغنية

[intro: latifa tee and dallas woods]
you’re on triple j, this is ’bars of steel’ with latifa tee
and today we have noongar rapper, king of the kimberley, julie’s boy
dallas woods in the booth, ready to spit some fire
are you ready to go dallas?
yes, sir, let’s get it
let’s get into it
triple j ‘bars of steel’
shoutout to bro jujo
e_k

[verse: dallas woods]
i’m your favourite rapper’s favourite rapper, get the f_ck out my face
they can say a lot of things, but they can’t say that i’m fake
might lose you some fingers, trying to eat off my plate
laughing in a purple tux, i put that blade to your face (ha)
wanna know how i got this far?
in the devil’s playground, i did not need god
how the h_ll you think i got this hard?
and the valley of death is how i got this far
no fence sitters, you either love me or hate me
i’m russian roulette, full clip, no safety
in other words, n0body getting home safely
i couldn’t give a ’uck if you paid me, stays crazy
smiling assassin, my mental be on that triple six
my mental get me some cash and go and triple it
these little kids wanna be him, him, him, triplets
then preach like, “hym hym hym” brudda i’m sick of it
top five, i spit the illest lyrics, then i top line
i ghost writers, who, him, not i
and if the shoe fits, we can get to grooving
spinach with the written’s chickens popeye, pop guy
oh, well, guess you can say that i’m is
unsigned, but i’m working for the labels and sh_t
it is what it is, no need for labelling it
the perfect one for me, i don’t think that label exist
on to bigger and better, i really can say whatever
you say whatever they tell you, black magic, i’m mr clever
you fly, broken propeller, you fellas is broken feathers
the gun from the westside, man, in the city like i’m teves
i hit the stage like a hand grenade
pin pulled and that sh_t full of razor blades
sh_t’s cool till them razors erase your face
for my nans, i’ll trampoline on a racist face
aboriginal o_d_b, n0body fathered my style
julie’s boy in the flesh, that queen fathered this child
‘el diablo’ flow rattle cages, h_ll in a cell
undertaker to mankind, i’ll throw your ass in the crowd
from the era of disrespecting, whippin’ ass was allowed
get to asking around, i’ll whip your ass with a smile
and i’m coming for that torch that ain’t been passed in a while
it’s that cheeky young b_st_rd with a passionate smile
e_k
[outro: latifa tee and dallas woods]
ayy
aboriginal o_d_b, in the booth
you know what it is
mr. clever tricky with the lyrics
(ah)
dallas woods, how are you feeling?
i’m feeling good, my sis, triple j ‘bars of steel’, which bars are real?

- dallas woods

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