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isaiah rashad - soliloquy كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i left my daddy round ’97, he was lazy
couldn’t hit the ground but making babies i’m crazy
smoking bouquet cop it from my n-gg-s pushing daisies
like a romance, push a n-gg- b-ttons like a program
i been on the jã¤ger for a day-ger watch me slow dance
tough as conan this the art of barbarian
i got four white girls all aryan
i wonder what their daddy think f-ck ’em it’s a revolution
f-ck it, f-ck ’em, take a break, let ’em f-ck each other
i ain’t your everyday normal brother, p-rno lover
she save insurin’ by the low and guzzle, what is muscle?
and i’m finessing like i’m timmy duncan
when you saw him macking this scatter rapping no p-ssing my blunt
don’t you put me on freshman covers i’m posing with lunch
think they worthy of presence presently p-ssing ’em up
no competing with bleachers jogging i’m running a muck
sweet jesus, i f-ck around and need a street sweeper
got the bodies on the cul-de-sac, follow me the quarter’s back
sippin’ on that cogniac and that jim jones
watching movies like d-mn that vince vaughn is a funny cat
fred claus and the kelly up in your closet
belly full of smog and ciggys just make me nauseous
wonder how the f-ck you let a n-gg- make you cautious
but you jamming out in f-cking maryland aussie sh-t
ponzi scheme selling everybody dreams
kill it like your neighbour, i’m as nice everybody seems
we just breaking bad and my brother serving walter white
i hope he ain’t caught with that possession like a poltergeist
momma, where the priests at? why we gotta lease that?
why we can’t own that? all these fat loaners
ain’t no forewarning came bombing and i’m just vietnam
if you gon’ be trippin’ like a b-tch, you should be a mom, see the son

- isaiah rashad

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