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davinci code - chief (tokyo diss) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: xinojenner]
you give the location to meet us
i’m pullin’ up with them heaters
i serve ‘em and burn ‘em to pieces
i pull water out of a freezer
i got some sh_t that’ll give you amnesia
i’m a first class, not the hall of features
to add up the cash, i don’t need a math teacher
i want my bag, i [?]
i whip up the pot and pan, like i’m peter
i’m out in the field like i’m derek jeter
i know that you hate ‘cause i’m a good leader
i’m on you block and don’t got no fear
scoop up the guap and just come over here
i never get shot ‘cause i’m always prepared
n_ggas be sad, they always despaired
when i’m on the track, it’s like i’m in paris
not talking to feds, i’m not wasting my air
i never fold, i’m not a chair
i’m gonna take you to a whole another tier
you gotta pay first, i just wanna be clear
feeling real good, not feeling embarrassed
i spin the whip like m_th_f_ckin’ ferris
i drive on the left when i’m driving in paris
and you don’t got nothing on me
i stay in a place where nothing is cheap
you hear the bass when i’m around the street
but i be transparent, when i want to creep
[hook: xinojenner]
and you already know that i got it on me
i’m serving the lead, i put holes in your t__th
i’m minding my business, i’m sipping my tea
i know what i’m doing, i got all the keys

[verse 2: lil red dot]
vvs on my cross, i’m a priest
i got a b_tch and she pray to the east
i promise you run up, i leave you deceased
n_ggas be hating ‘cause your money decrease
i got a dog and it don’t got a leash
i got the knock, now i look like chief
can’t be the hate and they call me a thief
i’m [?], just keeping it brief
i get the bag and just ball like the chiefs
i got the strap and it’s tucked in my fleece
i learned from my daddy, he was up in them streets
i get the package shipped in a week
my b_tch is bad, she can’t even speak
i get the racks and count like a [?]
i put [?], now n_gga get geeked
beam at ya head, i don’t aim at the feet
junkies looks like they don’t even eat
i’m serving them up and i do it discreet
i look at my wrist and it’s looking like sleet
i post with the gl!ck, ion never retreat
i’m never gon’ stand outside the club
if i got a stick, i’m never gon run
i promise n0body gon take none of my guns
money the motive, i’m up in my funds
i got the bag and it shipped by the tons
i smoke a pack that be looking like duns
i get the mac and b_tch really dumb
i got the strap and the b_tch got a drum

- davinci code

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