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g-mo skee – fuck it all up كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: g_mo skee]
i’m a hot mess
you ain’t seen a bully ever since the days of ron artest
lyrically, i’m rhymefest, you’re nas x in a prom dress
before i spin and start slaying emcees, my head rotates 180 degrees
facing the opposite way of my knees, then i just start saying these things!
you’ve been a fairy, you’re ben and jerry’s
my sh_t is scary, pet cemetery
b_tch compare me to a shotgun that’s stocked up with incendiaries
i’m an animal with giant b_lls, a tiger paw and a lion’s jaw
when i come across a real goat i apologize then i wipe it off
b_tch n_gga drop a diss joint and i’m on your ass like hеmorroids
get ran over when i jump thе curb in a land rover, that’s ten points
my old hoes call me jabba the hutt (why?)
cause i chained all of em up
“surviving g_mo skee”, premiering on hbo i’ll be d_gg_ng a sl_t
thanos with his palm in the glove
rap careers get dissolved into dust
inf boys only speak money, you’s a in_voice if you’re talking to us
y’all n_ggas sound awful to us
your mixtape’s a blue waffle to us
make sure the door on your party is shut
we coming through to f_ck all of it up!

[hook: g_mo skee]
n_ggas running wild (we gon f_ck it up!)
if we come to town (we gon f_ck it up!)
in the underground (we gon f_ck it up!)
we gon f_ck it up, we gon f_ck it up!
the local scene (we gon f_ck it up!)
even overseas (we gon f_ck it up!)
your b_tch ovaries (we gon f_ck it up!)
we gon f_ck it up, we gon f_ck it up!
[verse 2: trizz]
if they throw a party and we not invited (what you gon do n_gga?)
we gon f_ck it up
walk in like “what the f_ck is up?”
talk sh_t and we gon f_ck you up
high as f_ck going blunt for blunt
you wanna stunt with us? then don’t run with us
i told these n_ggas not to f_ck with us
now they broke as f_ck and they ain’t touching us
i don’t be talking that sucka stuff
you better come correct if you come for us
something tough just to come for us
some protection is a f_cking must
i ain’t been home in some f_cking months
and i don’t know what i’m doing cause i’m drunk as f_ck
backstage with a f_cking sl_t
i think i want to f_ck
now we’re riding round in a f_cking truck
i’m swerving with my fingers up her b_tt
d_mn i can’t wait to get up in them guts
bust me a nut cause i don’t give a f_ck
don’t be a chump, we don’t want them with us
if you broke, you can’t roll with us, smoke one with us
it’s all, accept you’re not one of us
i’ll die before i let a n_gga dome one of us
i done been quiet now i’m f_cking loud
i didn’t calm down now i’m f_cking wild
i’m a assh0l_ and i’m f_cking proud
and i’m still bringing out a f_cking crowd
it’s going up and i’m f_cking down
right here, right f_cking now
i ain’t here for the f_cking smiles
if you f_ck around you gon f_cking drown
[hook: g_mo skee]
n_ggas running wild (we gon f_ck it up!)
if we come to town (we gon f_ck it up!)
in the underground (we gon f_ck it up!)
we gon f_ck it up, we gon f_ck it up!
the local scene (we gon f_ck it up!)
even overseas (we gon f_ck it up!)
your b_tch ovaries (we gon f_ck it up!)
we gon f_ck it up, we gon f_ck it up!

[verse 3: tech n9ne]
i am not dead like a lot said
rest in peace to the philly hip_hop_head
this is glock red with the shot leads
dedicated to keeping the opps fed
where the cops dread (why?)
they know that so much blood got shed
cause you make gang n_ggas drop bread
if you ain’t hooping or rapping or praying to mecca like ahmed
d_mn boss, me and travis rich like mortimer and randolph
i laugh way weird, jack napier with a fat grey beard, the black gandalf
never slim gouda in this pay
phim shooter, never minute maid
in two, cut like a ginsu
the [?] intruder, n_gga dennis quaid
i’d earned virtue but learned first who can rap n_gga
stern curse you, i’ma burn circles ’til you turn purple, good nap n_gga
mo and tech with a k!ller song
in that ass like some b_tch’s filler thong
if you peel up on me and feeling wrong
you’ll be floating dead up in your billabong
need to be closer, i’m bringing h_ll to thugs
i’m spitting leaving them frozen till they melt to muds
i mean kristoff is a bit soft so i’m guessing you’ve gots to be elsa, bud
so go on with your knacking ass crew
[?] with your b_tch and we’re having cat soup
keep on wolfing i’ma send her to you gagging ragu
getting raped by the girl with the dragon tattoo
[hook: g_mo skee]
n_ggas running wild (we gon f_ck it up!)
if we come to town (we gon f_ck it up!)
in the underground (we gon f_ck it up!)
we gon f_ck it up, we gon f_ck it up!
the local scene (we gon f_ck it up!)
even overseas (we gon f_ck it up!)
your b_tch ovaries (we gon f_ck it up!)
we gon f_ck it up, we gon f_ck it up!

- g mo skee

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