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hzrn - microbone fiend كلمات أغنية

[intro]
and, the best new artist is; me

[verse]
b_tch, just do your job, hot potato pass to me
b_tch, i got that fire, it’s all in my arteries
gotta let it out, please don’t step too hard to me
i might peep you out
smoking on that singapore, i be gettin’ too high
walk around like eeyore, my cards keep getting charged
i don’t even think you picked before, this b_tch hoppin’ on my rod
whole lot of nights i ain’t eat before, that’s what left me scarred
now here come the commodities
i was down broke, now getting up now, they got ornery
yеah, i got swole on me, pull up with a b_tch named josеphine
n_ggas used to joke with me, now i’m gettin’ it how it ‘posed to be
uno! you know i pull up pull your card
suduko, play with him put somethin’ between yo’ eyes
ride around with a gangsta lean, you know that i beat the odds
know that i keep the flame with me, this one stay in, this one don’t come outside
bullet chew like corn on cob
hit yo’ lung or pancreas, now yo mother ’bout to sob
told you not to play with him, b_tch head bomb just like saddam
ballin’ like palladium, b_tch hit his head it make me cry
can’t f_ck with a n_gga that you choose
these lil’ n_ggas go no use
ball on a n_gga like jodie
pull up in honda, 6 deep
this b_tch tryna sitch me
pull up in a b_tch like [?]
pull up in yo’ city, tsunami, leave yo’ hoes debris
ball on a b_tch like concord
do it again and again like encore
these lil n_ggas know i got flows for days, that’s why i’m alive for
got that sh_t on propane, this ain’t star wars
that b_tch do what i say, she’s a cyborg
we left, he ain’t feelin right
“what’s up doc’?, need a check_up”
f_ckin’ on the world, i think that b_tch need a epidural
f_ckin’ on that, uh_huh, that b_tch need a epidural
i’m f_ckin’ on [?] block [?]
[verse]
[?] think it’s time to check up
f_ckin’ on the world, i think that b_tch need a epidural
trauma reoccurring, clean that pistol off until it’s sterile
spin the block with wood beat contusion pockets terry crews’in
beat the block and crucial chop it down like yeah see fam you it
yo b_tch, that’s a mucus, she just swallow, that b_tch ain’t chewin’
he get all the pape’ together swear that it cut like cotton sweater
i could feel your heartbeats, strapped like a c_rs_at
spray him like a artist, they don’t want know arby’s
[?] sardine, they won’t never harm me
[?], [?] darlene
[?], [?] in the crib take all that
[?], i don’t know what to call that
put it on the card, somethin’ like a blackjack
pull up to your hood knocked down on all the doors
like, n_gga, give me my ball back
n_gga, give me my ball back
give__ n_gga, give me my ball back

- hzrn

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