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enphamus - 12:30am freestyle كلمات الأغنية

[intro:]
seven, [?]
k6, it be hard

[verse:]
i love bad b_tches, that’s my f_ckin’ problem
it started ‘fore i started rockin’ two chains
artillery be buried in the hood, talkin’ poles in the ground like lil’ corey and blue flame
a .38 special what i’m havin’ for a p_ssy at the buzzer, b_tch, jordan in the flu game
i never met curtis, or calvin, or jasmine, but felt like i do ’cause i knew pain
my whole life, i grew up the black sheep
don’t know what that mean, n_gga, ask me
it means that you surpassed the means and got threw off the team when you filled up the stat sheet
it means that you meant for the league, but yo’ talent wasn’t seen, you just shined in the back seat
it means that you ran ‘cross the country while tired and hungry, and didn’t make the track meet
only way a n_gga rappin’ close to 90
is if he use a rubber when he f_ck the b_tch behind me
they asked me what would be the worst, if i had to define me
just a n_gga who gon’ shake the world like haiti if they sign me
i just won a dog
how the f_ck they comfortable enough to make me underdog?
i could wake the f_ckin’ nation up in my pajamas, dog
tellin’ you if i don’t fall asleep, then i’m the one to call
tellin’ you, the terroristic tank, i’m who obama call
what the f_ck a p_wn to a king, p_ssy?
tell me, who is a lebron to kareem, p_ssy?
tell me, what is robitussin to some lean, p_ssy?
what’s the difference ‘tween the future and a dream, p_ssy?
i don’t need good luck, baby, i ain’t charlie
i want his gun, and i’ma strong arm charles barkley
i’m not a family guy, somehow i got the dog talkin’
i treat a bad b_tch like, “sit,” and had a b_tch barkin’
all this rap sh_t got me questionin’ myself
i don’t make it in this sh_t, then i’m finessin’ for my wealth
i took a l, but that’s a’ight, it was a lesson to myself
b_tch, i’m the biggest in the club, i need a section to myself
only time a b_tch out_rappin’ me is christmas eve
i took the box off my gun to let the switches breathe
i gotta’ bag back up, i let the b_tches leave
my arm tight as my shirt, i had to [?] a sleeve
money different colors like it’s fentanyl
tried to run off wit’ this sh_t, i swear you’ll run into a brick wall
i’m a trick, but if you average, all i got for you is big b_lls
i promise i ain’t leavin’, i been at this sh_t for six falls
i’m the biggest nut dropper, i got six b_lls
the only time i see “declined” is from a missed call
i handle business, p_ssy, i don’t gotta’ diss y’all
i got [?] by this sh_t, i’m finna’ risk all
that means i’m in a box wit’ tyson if i got to
trench b_tch wit’ good [?], i got that b_tch on lock too
come shop wit’ us, we givin’ out more bags than a drive_thru
bae, i got blood on my hands, ain’t tryna hide you
if i pop another bar, i might get high as eminem
if he clumsy wit’ his arm, he gon’ f_ck ’round and lose a limb
high_speedin’ from gsp, i might f_ck ’round and lose a rim
i treat a bad b_tch like sh_t, i keep losin’ her like she kim
[outro:]
f_ck

- enphamus

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