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galema kt - politely rude كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
smoke (puffin’)
(laughter and coughs)
top of the moon, man (cough)
ey, top of the… (cough)
i don’t wanna be stupid

[chorus]
top of the moon, i puff and hurry to school
i never polish my shoes though i got b-tches in 2s
i mean back in the time when i’d pay for the booth
now i get paid for the booth, designer of all of the news
i’m politely rude and i’m precisely rude
if you wanna be nice boy, you just have to be you
would you come here we dance babe, we don’t have to smooch
i’m politely rude and i’m precisely rude

[verse 1]
when i step on the stage they all be screamin’ my name
i heard that n-ggas are talkin’, they cannot keep up the pace
lil b-tch is jumpin’ like checkers when i put it inside her pant
i f-ck my girl and your girls and everything feels the same (heh!)
and i got nothing to say when you be dumpin’ your b-tch
they say the bigger the belly you know the bigger the meal
see, i don’t pay no attention, i gotta pay all my bills
i never hate anybody, that sh-t is growin’ my fame
don’t be surprised when i trend, that sh-t is part of the plan
we throw an orgy in a church, we all be sippin’ and prayin’
we f-ckin’ spend all the money and we go work it again
i got you all on my back and i put y’all in a bag (let go!)
you got your time to be rose? i ain’t got no time to be jack
i’m sorry, i gotta say i better do it myself
and they be lookin’ for features while i can fill all the track
i grant n0body a chance and i do all of the math (heh!)

[verse 2]
i put my feces on stools, i mean my stool is in pieces
i never smoke in the streets, i’d rather smoke on the beat
i put my bottles and candles in the same f-ckin’ room
so when i pop’em it’s lit, they got me rollin’ my sleeve (let go!)
are you f-ckin’ with that n-gga? he ain’t part of the crew (ey!)
i got my n-ggas on my side they all dependin’ on me and i’m dependin’ on them
so we don’t need no one else
what i do and not doin’, freakin’ none of your news
and i don’t really give a sh-t what you think about me
‘cause i don’t think about you like i don’t think about news
when i spit 32 them n-ggas get att-tude
i can use auto tune just to put you in the mood (let go!)
97, still fresh and i can hop on your b-tch
i see them n-ggas gettin’ famous but they pieces of sh-t
oh sh-t! i feel the whole city is on me
like i’m the one and only n-gga who can rap and produce, oh sh-t!

- galema kt

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