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fatell - don't go there كلمات الأغنية

[intro: chino xl]
yo, that’s one thing about the west coast, son, i can’t front
n_ggas is gunslinging, you know what i mean?
you won’t find n_ggas arguing over parking sp_ces and sh_t out here
uh f_cking get your lights blown the f_ck out now
nah’mean, young fatell what’s good?
chino what up, dog?
chino xl 818310661805

[verse 1: fatell]
what’s new on the west, i’m that dude on the west
fatell drops bombs, i’m a nuclear threat
i am one of a kind i am not like the rest
8 _ 1, that’s 9 to your chest
y’all do so not ’bout it
you’re all h0m_s like brokeback mountain
mr. number 2, i’m the sh_t
i am one young kid that’ll bite your cl!ck
you better run and hide before the cyclone hit
it’s 51_50 when the psycho spit
my goons will lеave you holy like a bible script
dial 911, call 5_0 quick
thеy call me magic johnson ’cause i rhyme so sick
you’ve been looking for the truth, well, i am it
i’m coming to your crib like a process server
drop a bomb in your mail like a p_ssed postal worker
[chorus: fatell]
y’all haters running your mouths
y’all don’t know what i’m about
keep talking and y’all will find out
y’all don’t wanna go there (don’t go there)
y’all haters need to lie low
go find somewhere that’s safe though
it’s chino and it’s fatell
y’all dont wanna go there (don’t go there)

[verse 2: chino xl]
xl’s that unpaid bill, putting out your lights
unexpected like kimbo slice losing his first fight
gripping the cursed mic, better jump on the first flight
two week glisten like skin on vampires in twilight
reminding you of the sickest n_gga on the west coast
inhaling death and then i spit out the asbestos
murder a hater, dissolve his body in chemicals
then go to the post office and mail his momma his genitals
trying to play me out is not very advisable
i’m liable to put the silver silencer revolver to your abdominal
and blow out your stomach molecules causing pain that’s phenomenal
chino was highly recognizable, they claiming i trained osama too (what?!)
female fan base? a lot of mommies follow me
i pick up more b_tches than there’s repos’ in this economy
the puerto rican papi done figured out their psychology
but when i rhyme, i feel like i’m teaching kindergarteners biology (real sh_t!)
movies, money and music, homie, what happens next?
pretty n_gga jessica biel asking chino for s_x
sometime felon, stopped dwelling on my past offense
i break bones like white people from skiing accidents
but i don’t give a f_ck if you brolic as john cena
i pull out the shotty and all you cowards disappear
i’ll show you how this rapper do
i’m so west coast, if i die bury me in dodger stadium wearing a khaki suit
i watch you ride in the sand and i’m plotting and planning
a hammer trigger go blam and it k!ll your fam with reckless abandon
‘m beyond your understanding and you hate it
how i never give a sh_t like i am permanently constipated
[chorus: fatell]
y’all haters running your mouths
y’all don’t know what i’m about
keep talking and y’all will find out
y’all don’t wanna go there (don’t go there)
y’all haters need to lie low
go find somewhere that’s safe though
it’s chino and it’s fatell
y’all dont wanna go there (don’t go there)

[verse 3: fatell]
it’s spitting season, deceased from speaking
i’m ruggedly creeping, my enemies fleeing
i’m in savage league, i’m radically the baddest emcee
rapidly breaking it down, mathematically
you can laugh at me but i’m ripping sh_t nationally
leaving casualties, fatell cause catastrophes
you p_ssy emcees wanna come and battle me?
you can’t handle me, do not challenge me!
you motherf_ckers is lowkey fans of me
kilo flow, yes, i spit crack and [?]
my reality is what y’all have to dream
you want the best? well ask for me
i’m raw like when cube did no vaseline
i’ma blow like when flame hits gasoline
i hear all you rappers that yap your t__th
y’all i don’t even get a f_cking diss back from me, motherf_kers!
[chorus: fatell]
y’all haters running your mouths
y’all don’t know what i’m about
keep talking and y’all will find out
y’all don’t wanna go there (don’t go there)
y’all haters need to lie low
go find somewhere that’s safe though
it’s chino and it’s fatell
y’all dont wanna go there (don’t go there)

- fatell

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