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j-formz – dick ridin كلمات اغاني

[intro: mic beatz & (j_formz)
ayo, ayo formz!
(yo…)
j_formz…
ayo, f_ck these d_ck ridin ass motha f_ckas!
mic beatz…
(yo, f_ck these motha f_ckas son!)
i’m ready to put a motha f_ckin bullet in one of they heads man!
(do us all a f_ckin favor, you know what i’m sayin?)
shaloin…
this sh_t is f_ckin crazy!
(you tellin me…)
to strong island…
i swear to god, they ain’t ready for this, j!
(tell them son…)
yo j, they ain’t ready for this, man!!!
(tell them why you mad son!!!)
[verse 1: mic beatz]
i’m sick and tired of this d_cky ridin
i wouldn’t even be surprised if there’s a d_ck inside them
firin squad, i’m linin them up
and leave them a bl__dy mess like it’s that time of the month
fire the blunt, i’ll be outsidе with the pump
so when they call “shotgun”, just lеt them ride in the front
then i’mma dump (bang, bang!) you wonder why these rookies stress
cause like a long d_ck, i’mma leave these p_ssies wet
simple as that, i get rid of the problem
cause i’m tired of them bein on my d_ck like a condom
how annoyed i be? got my boys behind me
and my trigger finger is itchy like poison ivy
you little pee wees couldn’t ever be me
so you better pay respect whenever you see me
all you f_gs are soft and ugly, i’m as hard as rocky
you ain’t a spittin image of me, you’s a carbon copy

{chorus: j_formz]
nothin but d_ck ridin, man, that’s all i see
a bunch of d_ck ridin everytime i’m out in these streets
they always d_ck ridin, huggin the next mans sh_t
i’m gettin tired of it, son, it’s f_ckin makin me sick
when is motha f_ckas gonna learn to do theyself?
and make they own, it’s lookin like they needin some help
they still d_ck ridin, slowly comin to grips
they somebody who d_ck rides another mans sh_t…
[verse 2: j_formz]
what is it about you, that you see them
and then say to yourself: “d_mn, i wanna be them”
i can’t relate at all, are you insecure?
someone tell you you weren’t good enough when you were small?
what the f_ck is the problem, cause you’re confusin me, son
too much honesty? what are you accusin me of?
people can’t understand why i think this sh_t
and i can’t comprehend why you don’t think this
it’s like: you and everybody you know commit crimes
constantly, but your profile pic is a blue line
and you know what i f_ckin hate?
they go out of they way to say r.i.p. to someone they ain’t like, cause they’re f_ckin fake
they’re doin sh_t for the wrong reasons, they want the attention
they ain’t even worth an honorable mention
and you could hate if you want
but just remember that i get what i want cause i ain’t afraid to say what i want
straight up…

[chorus: j_formz]

[verse 3: j_formz]
son this is probably a fact:
if i got a verse from your favorite rapper off a track you never heard and spit it back
you probably turn around and say it was wack
but if i played that first, you’d be swingin from his sack, it’s a wrap
son, say no more, f_ck it, who am i kiddin?
got jesus tatted on them, and they ain’t into religion
i swear, there’s no cure for most people like you
it’s even hard to understand how anybody likes you
since ’97, i been rockin these sh_ts
until five years ago, n0body f_cked with these kicks
now, everybody and they’re mother got a g_y f_ckin pair
i got rid of all mine, sh_t, f_ck if i care
sometimes, even if they’re just there, we out
cause if it has to do with them, then, you can count me out
so tell this clonw stop actin like a k!ller
this is n.y., son, i ain’t spike lee, and you ain’t reggie miller…
[chorus: j_formz]

- j formz

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