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flucee - 72 barz كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yea
flucee
72 bars motherf_cker
haha
check it

[verse]
my brain’s rottin’ from this ganja, need some lsd to heal it
insane thoughts up in this spot, it’s getting harder to conceal it (what)
with all this bullsh_t in my head, i’m tryna f_ck around ‘n reveal it
i’m beneath all of the talk sh_t so these p_ssies best believe it
way that i’m movin’ kinda toxic, at least i’m ready to f_ckin’ admit it (ooo)
ain’t n0body gotta like it, if you don’t, you can suck on my big d_ck
and the b_lls too, give the b_lls a big l!ck, turn around ‘n get hit (what)
spaz up in the motherf_ckin’ booth while you tied to a chair, getting big l!cked (yah)
i’m getting busy boolie bopping with this imaginary glizzy
hoping you know that the bud i smoke is really kinda sticky (sticky, sticky)
and the shrooms that keep mе trippin’d have you feelin’ a little dizzy
with this life that could еnd quickly, man this sh_t can be so tricky (tricky)
it really ain’t nothing pretty, praying that the lord forgive me
doing sh_t that is forbidden, living life, ain’t got no limits
ducking bullsh_t like i’m hidden, f_ck with me, you’d wish you didn’t
apologies aren’t sufficient, i’d smack you, and i ain’t kidding (b_tch)
now catch me hiding off the grid, droppin’ just a bit of cid
to cope with the imperfections of this life in which i live (yea)
scoping out any corrections, tryna come out with a win (what)
but that win is only comin’ when you least f_ckin’ expect it
when i dropped that f_ckin’ record, thought everybody would dead it
i felt like a f_ckin’ failure after all the sh_t i’ve been in (oh yea)
thought about taking a f_cking glock up to my f_cking head to end it (what)
up until i remembered that i’m destined to be a legend (yah)
gettin’ riches, gettin’ power, granting wishes like a star
i know i gotta keep it real because the bottoms never far (what)
but where’s the bottom of the ocean when it feels like you’re on mars? (yea)
i got scars i’ve been tryna heal for way too motherf_cking long (nah, nah)
and i’m strong! but i know that a handful is what i be
and i may say things that i do not actually mean (what)
and i got a little monster living up inside of me
that may cause me to deny how much of a d_ck i can be (yea)
i be thinking that you think i’m thinking i’m a supernatural being
that i’m a god, fearless of what this thinking decides to bring me
but the truth is i’ve been broken into millions of tiny pieces (tiny pieces)
and i’m literally barely breathing cus my life keeps switching seasons
and i got too many people i don’t seem to be appeasing
including myself cus i’m tired of feelin’ like i need to be appeasing
you ain’t rocking with me? then f_ck it, hope to see yo momma bleedin’
and that f_cking sight i’m seeing’s like feelin’ high off cocaina (what, what)
and that cocaina gon’ make me start acting a little meaner
then you’ll see me walk around like i just caught a misdemeanor
when you walk with this demeanor, b_tches treat you like the cleaners
yes i am an in_betweener, but you’ll never know the meaning (nope)
always higher than the ceiling, b_tch i’m a demon in the evening
chopping bars that are so hot, like a meat cleaver with a heater
with this flow that i am eating, got this song feelin’ completed
rap’s a b_tch that i am greeting and i couldn’t wait to meet her (yea, yea)
rarely been built like a cheater, know i ain’t tryna mistreat her
never ever gonna beat her, and after me, she gon’ be sweeter
get her shaking like a seizure cus i’ll be all up in her speakers
having everybody preaching cus my presence feels like easter
and i think that i’m a keeper cus i’ll be giving her ether
i’ma breed her cause i’m always behind her like a heatseeker
now the ball is in my field like i was an open receiver
and i’ma have all of these rappers tryna play follow the leader (woo)
now i rolled up a blunt and sparked it up
puff it like i’m too high to be givin’ a single f_ck (what)
workin’ so hard so that you know it ain’t luck
but i ain’t beggin’ for love like i’m a first son (son)
i’ll be getting dubs and i know it for certain
got a feelin’ that this game is really gon’ be mine to run
so i’m pouring some liquor up in my motherf_ckin’ cup
and you know i’m licensed to serve like i am the f_ckin’ plug (plug)
my music is dope like it’s a motherf_cking drug
type of sh_t that’ll have you feelin’ so mof_ckin’ bugged (yea, yea)
all of this alc up in my motherf_cking blood (no, no)
and struggles that got me going so motherf_ckin’ nuts (what, what)
i feel like i’m trapped up inside the same old rut
got people pretending to be my motherf_cking bud (nope)
know that i’m willing to be giving a little blood
then all of your necks are seriously ‘bouta get f_ckin’ cut (b_tch)

- flucee

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