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donnie darko - winter music pt. 2 كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
never so deep, n-ggas
ah, go in

[verse]
b-tch, i’m back on my grind
n-gga, i never sleep
get rid of so much weight, it’s like i never eat
and i’m a punish to beat, it’s too bad
i don’t give a f-ck, you ain’t me, so you mad
and i don’t fear you, really don’t hear you
act bugged and shot in the woods, like a deer do
i’m way past you, looking in rear view
and you ain’t want beef, i got k!llers that live near you
it’s on, i’m poppin’
got dough, i’m plottin’
and i don’t care cause you’re softer than cotton
so what if it’s crowd?
i don’t care who watchin’
ima keep eatin’ cake ’til my t–th turn rotten
i’m a legend in the makin’, crown is for takin’
hockey mask with a machete, call me jason
fans all embracing, my style cause i’m chasin’
top five, ghetto alive
i ain’t patient

[bridge]
we know
cause i’m a motherf-ckin’ problem
all the rappers step your game up
this is my year, n-gga
2k10, go in
no more talking

[verse 2]
it ain’t pleasant, i’m givin’ you the access
f-ck it, tell bless ima blast ’em with a weapon
c’mon
let’s go to war
we inglorious b-st-rds
we’ll pick out the casket, no livers in fashion
i’m overreactin’
no more relaxin’, time for some action
money, i’m sn-tchin’, this is food for thought
it ain’t comin’ in rashes, we blastin’
no time to be showin’ compasion
i’m a lyrics -ss-ssin, spit sulfuric acid
spit hard, you flash it, turn a mic into ashes
situation get sticky, i ain’t talkin’ molesters
i’m flick, my b-tch rich like jackie on-ssis
it get harder than cash is, tyson, foreman
and i appeal to the m-sses, your style is boring
this ain’t a warning, clap you in the morning
no serial number on the strap, that sh-t foreign

[bridge]
this is a little of hard sh-t for you n-ggas
ya actin’ like i ain’t gutter like i went hollywood
yeah, look

[verse 3]
don’t give me startin’ ’cause i’m f-ckin’ r-t-rded
you n-ggas trash, gettin’ guessed, somebody fought it
you -ss, i’m blessed, don’t be the target
no hit can i miss, deadman walkin’
watch your mouth when i’m ‘roud, stop all talkin’
pound put you on the ground, brand new coffin
i ain’t flossin’, bossin’ the whole office
often, sparkin’ that weed, that keeps you coughin’
cause in the streets they bold, they got heat for all
the bullets get your heart pierced like pole
i’m from the ghetto, the gutter, the hood or the struggle
whatever you wanna call it, we calls it trouble
n-ggas, they had to hustle, get their money on the bubble
laugh, if you crash, rise above the rubble
where the b-tches, they don’t cuddle
your doors need a muzzle
and your death might come from a n-gga that love you
motherf-cker

- donnie darko

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