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dice - mr. bowinko كلمات أغنية

[intro]
ladies and gentlemen, i ain’t runnin’ for no public office!
so i have to tell the truth! now look here!
i’ve been in this neighborhood over thirty_five years!
seen ’em come and go!
wrote the song about it!
like the head here goes!

[verse 1]
here’s a lil’ somethin’ that the b_tches should know about
fake motherf_ckers be swearin’ they got clout
tellin’ lots of lies in order to keeper
want everyone to know that he sports a fever
tryna play big man and i can’t hack it
[sport ’em?] phony ass they brought jackets
sport by mother, but keep it undercover
’cause they ain’t wanna f_ck like big time dope brother
a diddy dumb a diddy dumb, the ice hole
want the front wheel ’cause he sells a lil’ yayo
they talk about what he had or what he’s gonna get
lied to the hoes and n_gga never had sh_t
style is played out, stickin’ your paint out
you like blue jeans, so i’ll watch it fade out
huh, what’s goin’ wrong?
you talkin’ on yourself, your lil’ sh_t ain’t even turned on
you like the party, harty, harty, harty, harty
but you never told me you are rollin’ fo’ somebody
he saw you comin’, he pledged like a tweaker
hoe ass n_gga, mr. bowinko
[chorus]
mr. bowinko (a fake motherf_cker!)
mr. bowinko (a jealous ass sucker!)
mr. bowinko (frontin’ in your boy’s bed!)
mr. bowinko (backstabbin’ like your best friend!)
mr. bowinko (swag at home!)
mr. bowinko (give your boy back his clothes!)
mr. bowinko (we’ll soon be f_cked up!)
mr. bowinko (b_tch, pass me a brew cup!)

[verse 2]
coolin’ out the park, drinkin’ booze with your fellow city
didn’t really know that they were dyin’ with jealousy
f_ck behind your back, say that you’re sucker
smile in your face you wanna k!ll a motherf_cker
i got ’em goin’ on
i’m packin’ and strappin’, they wanna be down
but ain’t sh_t happenin’, they get high together
spark up the rumors, bring up your name and then here comes the rumors
ring a ding ding, now you supposed to be a stick up king
tell ’em, motherf_ckers, your b_tch birthed a dingaling
but they’re jokin’, crazy like logan
and then you hear “y_yo man, dice is smokin’!”
then i pulled ya with my hands on the trigga
like “why you spittin’ dirt?” “yo dice, you my n_gga!”
a rap brother supposed to be down with me
but now he talkin’ sh_t ’cause i’m better than him
so ain’t no cause for puttin’ head to bed
he’ll be dead, yo, but the rumors are still spread
so over your game, thought i’d sprinkle
a jealous motherf_cker, mr. bowinko
[chorus]
mr. bowinko (a fake motherf_cker!)
mr. bowinko (a jealous ass sucker!)
mr. bowinko (frontin’ in your boy’s bed!)
mr. bowinko (backstabbin’ like your best friend!)
mr. bowinko (swag at home!)
mr. bowinko (give your boy back his clothes!)
mr. bowinko (we’ll soon be f_cked up!)
mr. bowinko (b_tch, pass me a brew cup!)

[verse 3]
the sh_t is kinda funny, but the bullsh_t boss me
when n_ggas tell b_tches, “they’re lookin’ for me”
d_i_c_e, they tryna hold me
say i’m a punk n_gga and they don’t even know me
they riffin’ and raffin’, [i break up for some happen?]
they be on my d_ck and they wantin’ all the [drugs?] and bucks
the story is switch
they say “they wanna be a n_gga though and took my b_tch”
huh, well, i’m flowin’ with a breeze
a n_gga told a b_tch he went to jail for sellin’ keys
out the next week, f_ck that, so kick it
the n_gga went to jail for some motherf_ckin’ tickets
now, did you, or did you, or did you ever want to?
a n_gga flowin’ this deeper, but he won’t give you a number
yo, it ain’t turned on, f_ck it, what the h_ll?
the n_gga’s just faker then a pressed on lead nail
bowinko, bowinko’s a hoe
and dice is here to let you know, n_gga please!
you sell a rocker, yeah, so how the f_ck you gonna flip keys?
so who you tryna be like?
yeah, some b_tch i see you peddling the dirtbike
around the way, goin’ down finko
i bust out your ass ’cause i hate a bowinko
[chorus]
mr. bowinko (a fake motherf_cker!)
mr. bowinko (a jealous ass sucker!)
mr. bowinko (frontin’ in your boy’s bed!)
mr. bowinko (backstabbin’ like your best friend!)
mr. bowinko (swag at home!)
mr. bowinko (give your boy back his clothes!)
mr. bowinko (we’ll soon be f_cked up!)
mr. bowinko (b_tch, pass me a brew cup!)

- dice

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