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dj ill will - cypher كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: kid ink]
yeah
i said it’s kid ink baby
turned to the max like tj
body tagged up like the bottom of the freeway
game on lock, you n-ggas need to get a key made
run this sh-t and it ain’t nothing but a relay
and ain’t nothing you can tell us
about to roll up, kush sticky like elmer’s
this ain’t no how i act like summa
going head up with me, bring a motherf-cking helmet
you n-ggas just special ed
all i see is green but my eyes so red
and all i do is win, got a room full of clouds
about to take another shot but i’m used to the fouls
i’m ballin’, you could take two to the mouth
it’s alumni, throw it up, two to the south
tell them deuces, just put two in the air
so sick, said it must be the flu in the air
if you do it big then i probably did it obese
thought it was a dream but i never get no sleep
up all night getting higher then the nose bleed
swear i was raised by a beast like mogli
came from the bottom, rats and the roaches
now a n-gga’s blunts sitting as fat as my roaches
bout to go ham, you n-ggas just kosher
i’m a shark in the water, see the fin and it’s over

[verse 2: meek mill]
b-tch
they were sleeping on me
time for me to wake them up
counting all these f-cking benjys
’til i get a paper cut
k!ll the compet-tion, i embalm em then i make em up
only time we black and yellow when the caution tape is up
ha, that record dead, memory of
spitting that crack
this really is drugs
it’s hate in the air
i ain’t feeling the love
you like an irritating fly
i’m k!lling your buzz
i’m eating the beat
this is pac-man
i’m on the grind like a motherf-cking lap dance
shorty gon’ do whatever
say she’s a rap fan
every n-gga around me robbin’, batman
all black coupes
all black wheels
step out the line, i’m a show you how that mac feel
i’m like c. bailey in the corner of that backfield
wrong move will get your motherf-cking cap pilled
rolling in this murder engine
purrin’ through your neighborhood
let my money do the talking
i ain’t gotta say i’m good
homies that’ll gun you down
i ain’t gotta say i would
riding like an engine b-tch
i ain’t gotta say i’m hood
i tell a ho to follow me or swallow me
i be spending money
like i f-cking hit the lottery
if i ever hit your girl
then this is my apology
cause suckers that be tripping about these b-tches
tryna body me

[verse 3: los]
i’m about to go
rope around my arm
needle in it i could feel it now
towel round my head
taliban knock the building down
high c-ck blocker
i’m a fly top shotter
in my all red rims
like a high top prada
on my mommas mouth to the drama
and lies would be gripping from my lips
as i’m spitting that sh-t that osama be gripping
hungry as a poverty stricken
robbery victim
with a roscoes waffles and chickens
winning lottery ticket
and your girl let me pop it in real life
i beat it like they locked me in a room
with the doctor that k!lled mike
i feel like, put me in a field let the field lights
shine on the field now watch me k!ll all the field mice
i’m anthrax you tampax
i’m about to go amtrax
jack black black jack
got the track saran wrap
stand back i’m slamming an antagonist
slapping you f-ggots putting the can in the bandwagoners
swag of the century, mackin’ a b-tch or three
i hear it was nothing trying to crack it eventually
rappers that mention me
boy, i put this on my mother
you will end up in the scope
im jus trynna warn a brother
still getting cheescake on these dummies
deal or no deal i got a briefcase full of money
jahlil on the beat, will hosting this sh-t
and its t-lanez, ink, meek, and los in this b-tch

[verse 4: tory lanez]
i get in the instrumental, i get to switching the mental
the b-tch in rental just positions my d-ck in her dental
y’all know my b-tch is yellow bone, on yellow stone
double scoop, chocolate woman and my vanilla cone
yelling cause i’m very calm, yes i’m on the cherry bone
things seem quicker than a ping hit ya berry phone
ya don’t wanna talk about balling parallel larry holmes
money never growing, like a f-cking young gary coleman
veteran, batter up, better in
it’s the n to you rappers, like the letter after m
and i’m a lamborghini n-gga, n-gga you can never see me
im the shhh, triple h, you gone have to pedigree me
b-tch i’m ready for the beef, like its some lettuce in between me
you got eeny meeny money, teeny like the youngest preemy
and even if you n-ggas is crippin, still can never “c” me
or beat me with three wishes, and a motherf-ckin’ genie
scared and they fare when i play a record on ya
weird and you squared, i could play checkers on ya
rappers, yall actors, and i rip this track till its “tra”-”ck”
i rollerblade, let it ride, show my face, televise
dot to ya top, like the lower case letter i
i fly higher that a sci-fi flyer
fire like i’m 5 lighters, brighter than a highlighter
oops, i’m in a loop for time
this a european whip check the coupe design
time is money is the building and the truth inside
goon shoot you in ya head make ya loose ya mind, for real

- dj ill will

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