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haiti babii – soliloquy كلمات اغاني

[intro]
got a warrant for my arrest
f_ck goin’ down now
talk to ’em

[verse 1]
lately i been feelin’ like i’m livin’ in my last days
death my last challenge, ain’t no overcomin’ that
money over b_tches, ain’t no n_gga have to teach me that
you ain’t ’bout that murder gang, you just love to carry strap
warrant for my arrest, so i had to kick my whole family out
n_gga got a felony, still ridin’ with that thang on me
i don’t do the sneaky link, these freak b_tches get no d_ck
cave a n_gga face in for speakin’ on the murder gang
and when i shoot ’em, i’ma stand over ’em and shoot ’em again
motherf_cka think that i’m playin’, what the f_ck is you sayin’?
heart beatin’ fast, them mothеrf_ckas runnin’ from the bullets, ah
nevеr been a p_ssy, never been afraid to pull it (uh huh)
gimme that bullsh_t, you notice i’m a gangsta motherf_cka
think they lookin’ at a stranger, look in the mirror (talk to ’em)
motherf_ckas think they lookin’ at a stranger, look in the mirror (what else?)

[verse 2]
b_tch, you bleed like i bleed, it’s a man in the mirror
lookin’ back at my life, man you lookin’ familiar
is the devil a lie? ’cause he all in my head
takin’ pictures with motherf_ckas, know they want me dead (man)
(takin’ pictures with motherf_ckas, know they want me dead) (come on)
as you tell a motherf_cka no, he quick to go bust on yo’ ass
motherf_ckas get choppas and they blowin’ at yo’ ass
i’ma live by the gun, die by the gun, that’s how i’m raised (yeah)
motherf_ckas ain’t never been shot, only a graze
i ain’t the type to wear my heart on my sleeve, [?][1:16]
but i think that love is a fairytale told by the haters
maybe when i die, finally find peace, ain’t no love in these streets
so my motto for tomorrow is “get paid”
and i ain’t worried ’bout no n_gga, i ain’t no ho, b_tch (ho, b_tch)
put down that sticky_icky and get that bl!cky, get to trippin’ (grrah)
n_gga know i’m trippin’, on my mama, i been—
[outro]
lord, please wash away my sins
for all my fallen angels, we just tryna win
it’s only one way to make it out this hood sh_t
it’s two ways to go though
death or in jail
god, take care of my family
watch over me, give me strength, give me power
shower me with love
(is there heaven for a thug?)
i been talkin’ to myself these late nights
feelin’ like—
i been learnin’ who i am, learnin’ myself, you know?
but i can’t seem to get rid of this pain in my eyes, pshh
money won’t change me
b_tches won’t break me
the streets don’t make me
give a f_ck if they hate me

- haiti babii

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

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