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damedot - ion feel like rapping كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
([?])
are you in the mafia?
am i in the, what?
whatever you wanna call it, organized crime
i’m in the waste management business

[verse]
furious, tryna get me quarter million for a tape but i don’t feel like rappin’
how the f_ck is i’ma leave this crib when it’s racks inside the mattress?
everybody ’round me savage, they droppin’ sh_t just to make me happy
i got on this rick, you can’t find it, so don’t look (don’t look for this sh_t)
you reach, n_gga, you cooked, these hundreds on me look like a book
your b_tch say she tired of you, she wanna ride with me
shе told me you be smokin’ mid, she wanna gеt high with me
i’m ’bout to grab her plane ticket, she gon’ fly with it
she already got some ass, just gotta buy her titties
n_gga, i ain’t with the chitty_chat, you can get a pack
my young n_gga run off with your sh_t, you can’t get it back
i can wear one chain and one watch, that’s two_hundred racks
don’t slam the doors in this back, i had to tell this b_tch relax
the difference between me and you, you call your b_tch, i caught her plug
rolls truck parked in the trenches, she ain’t pullin’ up
everybody havin’ motion, this dumbass b_tch ain’t no hooter
if a n_gga ass ain’t faster than this fn then he out of luck
lambo motive, got the bubble guts, b_tch, is we gon’ f_ck or what?
plug say he pullin’ up, i thought it was a tonka truck
everytime i fail, wasn’t n0body there to help me up
why the f_ck i’m starin’ at this here pint and sayin’, “seal me up”?
the streets broke my heart, but this codiene came to heal me up (it’s drank)
i can’t pop another f_ckin’ pill, i ain’t feelin’ nothin’ (i can’t feel my face)
try me, we gon’ put under, i’ve been ballin’ twelve summers
d_mn near need to get some brand new tires, i done burned the rubber
bad b_tch beggin’ me for [?], my opps goin’ through the struggle
6k for this louis belt, they catch me with this switch, i’ma be in f_ckin’ trouble
slidin’ in that foreign, i’m in [?] drive
n_gga tried to run inside, he ain’t make it out alive
b_tch seen this water on my neck and got hypnotized
not you tryna be a ride or die and really ’bout to die
n_gga wanna be dumb, now his mama havin’ a fish fry
i’m thumbin’ through these racks
i don’t feel like rappin’
n_gga done got his sh_t put on the wall like a f_ckin’ flattie
now i got all of this blood on my diors, i’ma need some napkins
ever since i put this switch on this glock, i been overreactin’
and the way they runnin’ they mouth or somethin’, get dropped, i ain’t gon’ know what happened (i ain’t gon’ know sh_t)
[outro]
real gutter sh_t
b_tch
yeah
my sh_t

- damedot

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