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deë 2094 - from the bleachers كلمات الأغنية

[(verse 1) lé momo]:

why the hate gotta be so low
all these b_tches still hating momo
man i just don’t give a f_ck no more
i’m just gon’ carry on showing off

all you haters are really so slow
i’ve been working on my grind solo
i’ve been working on my grind for long
i’ll lead the game y’all practice so long

don’t make me mad coz i’ll really just go off
i’ll pull out my stinger, sting you dead and runoff
haters stay mad coz i’m constantly one up
they hate from the back while i’m leading by one up

fight with your fist don’t be pulling no gun out
they always a mess they my children my nana
clean up your act you’re parading the gutter
locked up with facts, i got bars i can’t run out

i’m juicy i’m s_x n_ggas cry for my nana
saying who next give them numbers like runners
the hard ones, the bummers none of you can sum up
don’t speak to me till i speak to you shut up
y’all n_ggas ain’t sh_t compared to my stunner
y’all ain’t got sh_t but small d_cks and nada
can’t live with the drama so head out in peace
n_ggas don’t know when to leave!
[(chorus) augustchild]:

n_ggas hatin’ from the bleachers
all that sh_t don’t even reach us
we be comin’ through the speaker
body n_ggas like the reefer

these n_ggas hatin’ from the bleachers
all that sh_t don’t even reach us
piff be comin’ through the speaker
smoke a n_gga like some reefer… woah!

[(verse 2) deë 2094]:

these n_ggas hating from the bleachers
but i be coming through the speakers
i’m hypothermic with ice game
the cold shoulder make ’em shiver

umuphapha lan’ uthol’ impam’
umuphanda lan’ uthol’ isak’
zinja zam zihlale zigcwele istrad
k_mabhilid’ ase_afrika

trust the shooter, finna grab the trigger
run up on a n_gga, make him say what he said
maw’ngabuka, n_ggas rather beef up
than to meet up, speak up, n_ggas rather be dead
so you and your n_ggas can f_ck off
k!lling this sh_t and i runoff
you and your n_ggas get cut off
f_ck one of ya n_ggas, i k!ll all of em

coz the opposition and the competition
can get caught up, beaten by the pen i’m scriptin’
compositions make ’em reposition
i’m proper spittin’ and they out’ea b_tchin’
i come and k!ll em, get my recognition
so i k!ll these n_ggas make an exhibition
call all your friends out to come and see me

malumedee finna make a k!lling…

[(chorus) augustchild]:

n_ggas hatin’ from the bleachers
all that sh_t don’t even reach us
we be comin’ through the speakers
roll these n_ggas like the reefer

n_ggas hatin’ from the bleachers
all that sh_t don’t even reach us
piff be comin’ through the speakers
smoke a n_gga like some reefer
[(outro) augustchild]:

i got malume, lé momo and me
we keep it litty, we outta your league
i sip me some lean, i murder the beat
this sh_t is so easy, i’m outta your league!

you john doe_ass_lookin’_motherf_cker!
don’t n0body like you!
yo momma don’t even like you!
you bum_ass, broke ass muhf_cker!
(haaibo iphelile phel’ ingoma)
skrrr!

- dee 2094

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