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fashawn - westwood crib session freestyle كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i thought i had a bad b_tch, til’ i got a badder one
used to rock the icepick way before i had a gun
tell i never gave a f_ck bout how low my khakis, huh
used to smoke a bunch a dough, feel like i got half a lung
left inside my chestbox, residue from yellow and red tops
crack vowels to next block i’m el chap, the one the feds watch
photographer, givin’ headshots from planet bedrock, get your bed rocked
for f_ckin’ with my pesos
general, don’t do nothin’ ‘less i say so
criminal salute me, you a gangsta then shoot me
hopе you got a uzi, you ain’t kamikaze, you kristy yamaguchi
you p_ssy, i’m a don you’s a doormat
the sh_t you do i don’t condone nor еndorse that, yeah
i lay you out like a floormat
right in front of your wh0re like this is war, black
ayo and that’s what it is
hit the track like a baseball bat to your ribs
n_gga, f good n_gga, west good, uh, shoutout to my n_gga tim westwood, you b_tch
you know what it is
i be flowin’ for my n_ggas who be holdin’ biz

[interlude]
down for sure, got rounds to blow
from the town that’s called fresno
professional, you know?
you know? you know?
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
check it out, shoutout to my n_gga cole, it’s a cole world, get your blankets
[verse 2]
before you seen it with f, you probably seen it on the the cover of elle
h_ll, bag a model b_tch, i might as well
i’m more west coast than chanel
what’s under that chanel coat is gettin’ unveiled
uh, she gave me throat then she bailed
call this dope love boat how it sails
uh, watch me float off the smoke i inhale
to a roach from an l
a concrete road so i pedal
narcotics to n_ggas in the ghetto
smoke cronic up out a cigarillo
uh, h_llo, my life sweet as a bottle of amaretto
warrior in my armor palmin’ my metal
i’m a fat stack getter from a backpack n_gga
to hoodrats with me i’m a black jack tripper
back bender, crack shooter, rack spender
santiago been had mula, i got it
dirty or clean either way i was servin’ a fiend
or servin’ the fans, supply and demand
holdin’ this microphone as if it was a nine in my hand
i’m trustworthy, mine won’t jam, little n_gga
your goes ‘tu’ and mine goes ‘blam’
i might do it live on camp
santiago, the desperado
you f_ck around and catch a hollow
you don’t know? well sh_t, i do, i know
to take these motherf_ckers to a whole other level
santiago, the rebel in the house, in your mouth
i will put my d_ck then i stuff it in your spouse
church, that’s where i take ’em
i eat stake, i don’t eat bacon
i am not a muslim and i am not a christian
i’m just a n_gga who’s hittin my sh_t for all my nig_nig_nigs_nigs_nigs_nigs
yo microphone check, mic_microphone ckecker
microphone check, mic_microphone ckecker
microphone check, mic_microphone ckecker
uh, yeah, yo
i’m a tycoon like 40, oe in my veins
i’m good as cuba gooding, cuban link on my chain
a pupil is dialated, the pupils is dialated
affiliated with hustlers, one of us made it
i’m somethin’ amazin
put the pieces together like a mosaic or puzzle i’m complicated
i bubble out the state out the country
flex my mind and my muscle
they hate to confront me mothef_cker uh
i guess you can call me the pizza man
i can get you a piece of ass or a piece of tan
on delivery uh, my delivery is literally wizardry
listen attentively uh, sinister similes and murderous metaphors
a spliff and some hennessy is somethin’ you can’t afford
coolin’ givin d_ck to a puma
then i’m back on my grizzly on a mission for mula
it’s the ruler, word to the mueller
take a day off like, the n_gga, was it ferris bueller?
no days off n_gga

- fashawn

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