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jazz - combustion freestyle كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
it’s like, yo
never mind the credits
i’m rolling like tina turner
with this, more murder turned up
the bones are what keeps me burning
yearning for her return
she should have never went so high up
the grounds have been retired now i’m living from the sky up
prior to my desire to be called the sofa sire
i was heavily inspired by the ebony papaya
hip hop couldn’t get much drier so i write a song
shine some light upon f-cking chucking fire bombs till i’m an i-o-con
sick -ss f-ck, got pox
lyricist, hot rocks
might f-ck up your snot box
swinging like floyd with the roids in him
soiled denim when they felt my noise venom
victim to my groin growing, d-mn her guts got poise in them
st–z, got my mojo back
cold as a polar cap
pole to your polo cap to let you know your flows are wack
still on my havoc habits mad rap stabbing -ss grabbing sh-t
avid, heavy rhyming like a sack of bricks
mad? eat a saggy d-ck
half-witted with mad t-ts makes a bad mistress, but
the sickest night of all if you got cash with you
this is…ja…mi….yo

[verse 2]
jazz “mister make the bad b-tches whisper”
grab a nag by the whiskers
drag, f-g should’ve listened
hashtag, post to twitter
just to boast a little
f-ck the cat, jack the fiddle
crack, that was accidental
metal bat, bash your dental
this my n-ggas, that’s the rental
that’s your sister? she got mad talent -ss potential
now…f-cking get the f-cking…out my…pencil
(yeah, that rhyme)

- jazz

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