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j-s.a.n.d. - 2twenty (freestyle) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeah, uh

[verse]
i done spent twenty whole years of givin’ b-tches the blues
i’ma little dude but i been k!llin’ since middle school
when i listen to you, i’m really confused ’cause your lyrics are
really shallow like you write ’em in ditches and kiddie pools
when i get in the booth, these n-gg-s gettin’ abused
so the decision to diss is not a decision to choose
just be aware of what you gettin’ into, i murder rappers
like i’m noah with the ark, i be k!llin’ n-gg-s in twos
i’m not the type to spit about all the sh-t that i do
’cause my k!llings got video proof, b-tches to prove
and n-gg-s should really move, jaleel got a flow so ill
it’s like i’m sick with the flu and syphilis, too
sh-t, i ain’t fi’in to lose, i’m so equipped with the tools
to k!ll a n-gg-, conceal it and give his children the news
n-gg-, f-ck jacquees and the sh-t you hear in the news
i’m the king of r&b but ain’t talkin’ rhythm and blues
when i say r&b, you know i’m talkin’ ’bout rappin’ and beats
i’m on the throne, y’all just havin’ a seat
so when the waiter ask me what i’m havin’ to eat
i’m grabbin’ the beat, you know i’m in my bag like receipts
i spit fire, every time that i flow, the smoke billows
y’all still sleepin’ on me like sofas and throw pillows
flow is so [?], cold, below zero
i’m real hard, you fake, fraud, a whole d-ld-
i never been a gangsta or a p-ssy, i’m a man, ho
don’t pull my strings or play, homie, i ain’t no banjo
these d-mn hoes know i pack a punch, every d-mn throw
any rapper could get this first and second-hand smoke
pease tell all these trash -ss rappers that they tracks’ weak
know you see me runnin’ the sh-t just like my track meet
i’m stompin’ all over this sh-t like i was a black greek
‘leel sh-t got more bounce than strippers’ -sscheeks
lyrically, i feel like god’s gift to the earth
really been that n-gg- since birth, n-gg-s feelin’s get hurt
bird b-tches will chirp, chillin’ as i sit and i work
put some sh-t in the he-rs-, every time i’m spittin’ a verse
it’s really tough to find another rapper tougher than this
i get premium smoke like i was puffin’ the [?]
smotherin’ sh-t, really f-ckin’ and sh-t
and i don’t even know a pedophile that could f-ck with the kid
i’m k!llin’ it, catchin’ predators, sleepin’ ’em, give ’em sedatives
yo sh-t ain’t really good, you just got a good [?]
really with the sh-ts, you won’t find a better compet-tor
stay on your guard, might pull your card, credit or debit ya (heh)
it’s cap season, y’all need cap [?]
y’all n-gg-s be cappin’, i’m leavin’ ya caps blazin’
every track blazin’, n-gg-, front and ya back blazin’
and i do this sh-t without hesitation, i lack patience (huh)
i got bars to tell these n-gg-s they tracks not it
now kiss my -ss, got a mistletoe in my back pocket
you whack, stop it, really, n-gg-, your track’s not sh-t
you lack hot sh-t but i really got it
i k!ll rappers but i don’t use no bullets or knives
i use a pen or a pencil, sh-t, i can’t fully decide
i’m so prolific, sh-t, i could win me a pulitzer prize
i treat my lyrics like a gun so, when i pull it, surprise
y’all turn white and gold, both, soon as y’all see me snappin’
n-gg-, make this sh-t pop, all i’m missin’ is the crackle
‘leel cereal with the bars, really like rice krispies
i’m nice, gotta rewind twice, ya might miss me
and y’all should neva eva try to diss me or try to [?] my style
’cause my sh-t’s so hard, my sh-t chip teeth, pipsqueek
yo sh-t weak, don’t try to step into that water with me
’cause i’m the sh-t and you up sh-t’s creek

- j s a n d

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