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j-truth - my name. كلمات الأغنية

[intro: j truth and s. money]
yo
this is the rise the grind the shine of j truth
coming out here dropping the first track in a while (s. money)
yeah
shout ckm (look at me)
tiedyetye
f-ck you (777 g-y)
except ohhmari(look at me)

[verse 1: j truth]

cause i’m down for a b-tch
round for a b-tch
down for the pound ride round for a b-tch
side wide window down for a b-tch
now she suckin’ cause i’m rich
don’t wanna know what these hoes wanna show me
say that you love me
get off my d-ck b-tch love me
hold me
holy molly
golden rolley
pepperoni tony
k!ll you slowly
now please show me how you rap
my sh-t is wack
on the back of black
ball sack with the racks on tracks
of a train spittin from my brain
i’m insane david blaine make it rain
from the sky, b-tch you try my guy you sly
but you got no rhymes all the time
i k!ll these motha f-cks
is a must
sittin ducks
when i bust a nut
it’s a front for the fame
sptting fire shooting flames
cause i came from the grave
say my name
for my main chain
shooting from a perch
on your shirt leave a stain
they made
get laid
f-ck b-tches
and get paid
drive a four door escalade today
my state
of my mind
in line
shine dine
a little rhyme
it’s dinner time
to eat
dark meat
a little piece
a beat
to dream for lean
to f-ck a b-tch and hear her scream
ya neem
it seems
as tho
say that i had it
uzi automatic
b-tches in the attis
now she erratic
i’m an addict
take a g before i p-ss it
shes a ratchet -ss hoe
she don’t trust me but she
f-ck me
little rusty
pop a musty busty in her bumzy
now we donzey
but she love me
all the racial accusation
through the nations
of the latest say we made it
smoking blunts for bible pages
on the stages for the hatas
as they crawling through the mazes of the ages
now we k!llin rapists
filin pages
tippin waitas
kissin faces
sayin how we gonna make it
i proclaim it
i’m the man yeah i’ll say it
all this sh-t you sayin is crazy
baby you my number one lady
but you hate me
cause you ain’t me
save me from the devils arms
i feel ya b-tch
breakin sh-t down pick it up bob builda
pushing you down pick you up i k!ll ya
put it in your momma mouth
blowing up yo momma house
take a b-tch to dinner
but no we ain’t goin south
how we havin havoc
ridin around a summer sun is out

- j truth

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