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jihadthegod – 5 fingers of death كلمات اغاني

talk sh-t but ain’t hittin’ (what?)
all my haters do it mouth off
fat f-cks on computer screens
never seen they shadow like groundhogs (d-mn.)

n-ggas that’s askin’ for features and beats
but don’t pursue me need to back off
p-ss rocks like we on the court
but we dribble heads, we don’t bounce b-lls

my bro called i’m like “what’s happening?”
he said some n-ggas want the static (who?)
say less i pulled up in the expedition
with the all the automatics (thoop!)

jihad flexing like he carry 30 round drums
knowing that he don’t
barely even walk around with 30 f-cking dollars
knowing that he broke

d-mn these n-ggas is a joke
free smoke free smoke (sike!)
n-ggas think ’cause my friend the plug
that the gas come for free (nope!)

better have the money ready if you undercut we coming for ya throat
benny packin’ a machete waitin’ for the green light so he can go
rishi pull up with the stick, waiting for the word to send em at ya dome
justin bust into ya home, say the wrong thing, he’ll hit you with the chrome

n-ggas gotta pay a toll
i’m so street it should cost to cross me
like you on the road
like a car that’s how i roll

born on the super bowl
guess i’m a t-tan ramming at ya dome
sending shots at ya home
actually i’d rather blast you

’cause that’s my p-ssion when i’m rappin’
i have to spaz when i’m on tracks
i got endless abilities, flow switch from semi to automatic
moving faster than an addict high on acid

fashion addicts that be high on fabrics got me coppin’ they gear
now i’m high cl-ss wit it
n-ggas steady hatin’ like i’m trash at this
but i’m k!llin’ sh-t i know i mastered it

(woah)

i just be dodging the jakes
i don’t f-ck with state farm i’m in all states
counting all the cake
postin’ pictures with yo’ bae

call my automatic superman
bullets flying at ya face
comin’ straight out the k
money got a blue face

my diamonds look a little p-ssed on
gold chains got em p-ssed off
pocket rocket with the d-ck on
shoot that sh-t and make you life off

i just be dodging the jakes
dog with me, no jake (fin)
finn mcmissile with how i blast sh-t
talkin’ sh-t make me spaz quick

n-ggas be reckless in rap
talkin that sh-t but won’t back it up
n-ggas be flexing with cash
then get mad at me ’cause i’m stackin’ up

rappers playin’ in they -ss
it ain’t my fault that you rashin’ up
gave ’em my beats but they p-ss ’em up
then they get surprised when i’m mad as f-ck

i hold myself to a high standard
but i should probably bring myself down
’cause n-ggas be trashin’ my sh-t, like its bad when i spit
i’m a pacifist packing some rounds

kinda backwards how i said it we rollin’ backwoods in the vip
thing on my hip
biker jeans cost a grip, so if you joanin’ my sh-ts
it’s 3 at yo lip

b-tches need some soap or something and
s.o.p.a tryna keep me from exposing these f-ckers
i focus on numbers and static is up there so
don’t come for me if ain’t on the subject

look at me, look at me, look at me, f-ck on me
rappers these days is repet-tive with it
repet-tion keeps the hecklers listening and the
fans guessing at what else he spitting

gun to my head and a blade on my wrist
feel like quagmire in love with the slits
k!llin’ the game like my hands on the disc
y’all can’t play it no more ’cause i left fingerprints

h-lla n-ggas that want beef with me
i take them p-ssies out easily, no compet-tion
you swear that you hate me, but take time to listen to
all of my lyrics, i just do not get it

it’s simple, just block me, you clearly can’t stop me
i climbed to the top and i’m not looking down
i’ve risen, you n-ggas p-ssed on my vision
i’m finna get pistols for all of you clowns

i’m kidding i’ve never been one to uphold
an image of violence, or so i’ve been told
but n-ggas come up to me sayin’ i’m bold
when really i’m speaking the sh-t that i know

- jihadthegod

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