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itstheory - friend or foe (remix) كلمات الأغنية

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yo, stress, check it out, bruh, i got this sh-t locked….

friend or foe, state your biz
you know i run the show, the flow is nice and crisp
we be shoveling snow, oh, and these kids
we packing more than we grow, blow, c0ke, and o’s, it’s a blizzard
of yay, i’m jay z in his prime, the wiz
i’m tryna free my mind, all i see is crime, get hit
i heard somebody ran up on my boy jake, he got stuck
now we ain’t for no rape, but yeah, he getting f-cked
i’m bout to buck, i got the glock tucked in the vest
ah yes, it’s the old fo-fo, mister fo-sho
aiming at the po-po, hustlers better go low
it’s time for a new show, but fiends on the block got sh-t in they nose
aiyyo, i shoulda chose a different path, ya right
but now i’m more concerned about the platinum dough with the ice
frost bite on my fingers, d-mn
i better draw heat, in this cold weather
flip it up and switch it up, stick-up kids should know better
how i’m rippin sh-t up, you get stuck for cash
and afterwards you better count, don’t suck at math, ya got it?
i’m bout to leave this hotel, don’t follow me, i gotta live in peace
increase on the piece, i’m bout to make em freeze
i gotta get this money soon, capisce?
and after these deep wounds healing’ll take many moons
moonwalking on the sun, ya boy is hot, but a typhoon
drawing like pic-sso scriptures, ready to die soon?
they sayin “that kid’s a robbery g*nius”
i’m a phoenix, and you can check out on this remix
if i said i mean it, cause you now i be tuckin a pound
for y’all snakes who roll up to bite, i ain’t f-cking around
leave you stuck in the ground if you wanna
i’m hotter than a sauna, pimp persona, sellin good marijuana
the flyest and finest ganja, a gram of klonopin
vicodin, crack, it’s all dope, on the corners? you a goner
you know that we roll strapped
sold crack for dough stacks, oh snap
he’s poppin off the rip, he won’t hold back
you’re making me nervous, i scan the room like i scan a page
i got a hand grenade, a loaded glock, and a razor blade
weed in my hand, rolled spliff, fist full of cash
pistol in the back, bout to pack like it’s a missile attack
bruh, i ain’t playing, i’m done joking, got the gun smoking
don’t everevereveverever come here no more

- itstheory

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