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first serve – clash symphony كلمات اغاني

[intro: pop life]
one two, one two?
that’s right, i made that name “first serve,” i’m serving my sh_t first
(?), trinity ave, man, y’all stand the f_ck up on this one
you already know what it is

[verse 1: pop life]
platinum on plaques, live infinite, flyin’ elite
it’s pop life (pop life)
many done heard the word about this bird n_gga, deen quitter
gave himself the pink slip, dude couldn’t handle it
scared to get his hands dirty
(?)
devoid of sympathy, meaning not in sync, could give a f_ck of what you think, yo
but watch what you say
i wasn’t raised for you to tip_toe through them two lips (nah)
gon’ get knocked on your ass from what’s past your lips
i’mma put what that 1_2 check
shout_out to syringe, we merge into the traffic
travelin’ throughout your body to relay the classic hymn (hollowed be thy name)
your name’s hollow and your fame should have followed
face it, yo
your glow is diminishin’
why your new nemesis is findin’ that genesis
no need for tissues ’cause there’s no need for cryin’
life’s the main issue even when lives are dyin’
the world’ll keep spinnin’ without givin’ an eye blink (so?)
so i’mma keep spinnin’ while i’m rockin’ on my mix
don’t even think to send your little subordinates to my coordinates
i’ll send ’em right to jesus’ crib
think i’m talking crazy?
yes, i’m very
f_ck you and your moms, she look like tyler perry with a wig, n_gga
[deen’s mom]
it’s part 2 in this b_tch
you f_ckin’ with the wrong group of people
lenore agnes witter
you f_ckin’ heard my name
we do this sh_t, n_gga
you heard me?
you heard me?!
get they ass, baby (get it!)

[verse 2: deen witter]
wack n_ggas fantasize of bond flows
tell the big mouth that the bank is closed
the sh_t i stand for is off_limits to challengers (yeah baby!)
you twirl a baton while i’m swingin’ this excalibur (b_tch n_gga!)
mom co_signed it, peep your sidewindin’
brokeback mountain ass climbin’
shoulda known blood didn’t mix with vinegar
you sinister, your ha_cha_cha hand destroyal
caught up in the cake mix, you’re expired and wasted
the only runnin’ the streets you doin’ is with laced up asics, you’re basic
see, this boy’s a boiled egg
soft on the outside, his whole core is yellow
my man acapello said he heard you up the block runnin’ your (?)
he had a full clip in the candy
he was ready to take the wrapper off, applaud your physical and burp you
n_gga, you a purple hanky (a purple hanky, b_tch)
a young prince f_ckin’ with doughboy
the only boys in the hood you got is a car mechanic
you are a panic
a (?) whippin’ his lined up
tear that behind up
it’s men here, take the pumps off
you ain’t a ho, you just a jump_off
call a n_gga froggy (ah, call that n_gga maurice)
see me in the streets, i’m like the “dah_daaahh” (that’s right, deen witter, b_tch!)
[narrator]
sh_t, d_mn right it got ugly
i mean, brotha against brotha?

[pop]
that’s my word, if i see that n_gga in the street, i’mma bust his ass

[narrator]
fans takin’ sides and sh_t
i mean, the f_cked up thing about it?
the n_gga goon time?
he profitin’ on the whole thing (yeah)
what we gon’ do now?
it’s all f_cked up now
it’s all f_cked up now

[pop]
yeah, it was f_cked up for a minute
yo, i wind up layin’ low for about 4 months
but after they came and kicked down goon time’s door? (oh)
i had to bounce

- first serve

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