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grafh & dj shay - no reason كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
you know what i’m sayin’, like
i been in the dirt a long time my g
trappin’ since high school, word
me and certain n_ggas ain’t got nothin’ in common
you feel me? (facts)

[verse 1]
you nice but i’m nice different
i turn grams and white b_tches tan into light skin
that i’m the top chef, top chef, top chef
i made sure everything in the top stretched
i’m the top chef, god bless, birds by the flock slept
inside of the burned box nest
i emerge in the curb and a hot step
i’m the gremlin in the dirt that got wet
i turn 1 brick into 3
so as it twirl in the pot it turn to a box set
you heard it was not murdered and got deaf
i heard what you guys serve and it’s not fresh
what i twirl in the pyrex turn to a 5_x
it rise as it’s burnin’ by biceps
whole arm in the pot, from the bottom of the fork
arm’s in a top, i lost my whole arm when it lock
it forms like a smoke bomb and it drops
and it’s all gone like a snowball when it’s hot
and f_ck yo’ rap sheet
don’t tell n0body if you hard or you not
it just mean you got outsmarted outsmartin’ the cops (woo)
that tough talk sh_t just get annoyin’
when i met rappers i looked up to i was disappointed (d_mn)
still wherever the dot land is where the pistol pointed (brr)
i’m in the kitchen, i’m mixin’ the poison with the ointment
bless
[chorus: prodigy]
punch n_ggas dead in they face for no reason (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
make me wanna punch n_ggas dead in they face for no reason (what’s up? boom)
pun_pun_punch n_ggas dead in they face for no reason
i’ll throw a tv at you, you crazy? (huh?)
wanna punch n_ggas dead in they face for no reason
my attitude’s all f_cked up and real sh_tty, p

[verse 2]
trap god in jesus name
when i come on the block it feel like jesus came
don’t compare me to your man, b_tch, he’s a lame
if he compare me to him, b_tch, he’s insane
i’m the top chef, top chef, top chef
you can’t [?] you gotta take what i got left
i be bakin’ the crop fresh, this is hoodie season, n_gga
i’m makin’ a mock neck, school of hardknocks
came with the grade and you got f’s
are you afraid of the loch ness
that bathe in the swamp? yes, i’m breakin’ the [?] neck
i’m the birdman, the devil comin’ with crazy offers
every time i smell crack burn and it made me nauseous
new ferrari, what’s under the hood? baby horses
dry snitches tryna break the law and tape record us
i’ll take a wall and make a fortress
i’ll take the raw and make a swordfish
i shake stakes all shake and bake into 8 ball like i’m makin’ sausage
after i take the apr_n off, then i’m takin’ all this, haaa
[chorus: prodigy]
punch n_ggas dead in they face for no reason (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
make me wanna punch n_ggas dead in they face for no reason (what’s up? boom)
pun_pun_punch n_ggas dead in they face for no reason
i’ll throw a tv at you, you crazy? (huh?)
wanna punch n_ggas dead in they face for no reason
my attitude’s all f_cked up and real sh_tty, p

- grafh dj shay

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