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electronic jack - clone wars كلمات الأغنية

ayo. product of that wu-tang and onyx. i’m rude, obnoxious, but honest. i keep my hands in my pockets until i need to pop it
lorena bobbits till i comet in her noggin. gobb’lin like she’s norm’, man. then jackin’ her for her porcelain. i used to be poor than i decided to rap. catching flack–for the diss tracks–i made to strike back. pushin’ like i was my uncle sellin’ crack on the streets. could have said i was the real life counterpart to riley. foolish me, now i’m huey with the glock c-cked

black hoodie while i stroll through the boondocks. cops yellin’ out “when this coon gon’ stop?”! so they shot up the block before the beat dropped. “no love”, like d-row said..i don’t need to prove that i got cred. if i’m in the news, that means i’m dead. unless they find a body, you know i probably just fled

give head to get ahead, but baby just 16. when she was spittin’ c-m, i was spittin’ my 16s. do i glorify the struggle or act and deeds?-indeed….i speak extreme.-dead exes in the stream

i put a piece to every puzzle. the revolver solves ’em. never being subtle when i cuddle, but i proceed with caution. cause nowadays, you might need a contract, just in case you contract a disease. walking dead

but anyways, i’mma keep on flowin’, with no emotions, i’m boastin’ with the game on focus. they say i rap like i’m reading from my notepad. so i tore a page out, shoved it down they throats fast. cr-ss but i ever last. l!ck both gonads and pout like you were in a backroom casting couch

ain’t n0body sayin’ my name. been workin’ behind the scenes, pulling the strings, but now it’s time for me kick it new release. tired of rappers every–day i see. young money? well i don’t just rob. g-ngb-ng nikki while her homeboys just sob, tied up, send a video, general zod. hey, i’m the god who graduated c-m laude

play it humble like forever alone drake. i’d rather be a d-ck like r.a. the rugged man and complain about hip hop…yellin “homies over hoes” in a club bumpin’ luda while the booty pop

drinkin’ sprite while i’m wearin’ nikes. awkward white girls, can’t twerk, on the floor, in my sight

still gon’ k!ll it. not even my style, but i still gon’ build it. adapt then i cap the creator like a bottle maker. breaker breaker one nine, i dual wield nines and knives

- electronic jack

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