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gravy baby - holy water كلمات الأغنية

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[intro: gravy baby]
alright
gravy baby
yeah
syd
swr
hustlehardtv
yeah
alright

[verse 1: gravy baby]
woke up, looked around, where the f_ck can i be?
h_ll on earth, home sweet home, south west sydney
gravy, man you haven’t changed since back in the day
i’ve just been doin’ my sh_t, stay focused on takin’ over the game
nothing like these f_ggot rappers lyin’ ’bout what they say
i ball so hard; no nba
but please, come and have a look at where i stay
bongs and pipes get blazed every f_ckin’ day
c_nts act hard, ’cause of their affiliatеs
centrelink blocks your pay, now you can’t pay the rеnt
most of the parents are junkies so all their kids get a neglect
most of the parents are junkies so all their kids get a neglect
then there’s the cone blowin’, hoes snowin’
c_nts screamin’, eyes beamin’
death threats, one percent
gang of lowy’s, hard come lowy’s
everyone be dodgin’ cops
kids taken by f_ckin’ docs
most of the c_nts, lost the plot
all hidin’ rocks in their f_ckin’ socks
now, what the f_ck is all this hating for?
did a video with nter, track with kerser
man, and i always kept it raw
not talkin’ g_star, but i made you all believers
i know this isn’t sons of anarchy, but it’s time to meet the reaper
goin’ off like i cracked the feature
five dragons, saw indian dreamer
a bunch of pineapples call up my dealer
like i’m comin’ to see ya, what?
i’m comin’ to see ya, what?
i’m comin’ to see ya
bro, shut the f_ck up man and just tell me where i’ve gotta meet ya
[verse 2: nter]
sydney city back lanes, i was with the thieves
we was selling pot, crystal methamphetamines
don’t blindfold these little kids, ’cause they see it all
mum and dad, odin’ droppin’ dead on lounge room floors
it’s a cold world, the one you’ve got a soldier on
tryna figure out which path to take the pressures on
hit that school, make them grades
hit that tafe, get that trade
get that job and get that pay
and live to fight another day
in that streetlight, i sold drugs, i hustle right
livin’ the life i don’t choose to live and some choices may not be right
but this music sh_t, it’s a way for me to cope
balancing that stressful life, walkin’ on a tightrope
lighters burnt, pipes baggin’, the life i used to live
but i turned my life around the day my door got kicked in
guns pulled like, ‘nter, where the stash at?’
i’ve got nothin’ here man, i just sold the last bag
see, that’s the truth, man, would you really say that sh_t?
half you rappers fake as f_ck, now would you really say that sh_t?
nah, you wouldn’t man, you got no heart, you got no b_lls
still makin’ money, read between the lines, no applause

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