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joyner lucas - joyner lucas - round 2 k.0 كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah
uh, uh
you done f_cked up now, n_gga
joyner

[verse]
let me teach you how to terminate n_ggas on sight
little b_tch, you would never be at g level (bah)
i don’t care where you from or where you grew up
you will still get slapped with a tea kettle (bah)
you ain’t smokin’ on sh_t, you ain’t never been lit
i turn big smoke to a weed pebble
stop talkin’ ’bout hits and that platinum sh_t
lil’ ho, you barely went sheet metal (yeah)
let’s talk about how you got ran for your chain
it was curled on the floor like a leaf pedal
let’s talk about how you never grew up that hard
and your mama always pushed you to be better (huh?)
let’s talk about how your career fell off
and the sh_t went straight through the meat shredder (d_mn)
i’m mad that i ever heard your music at all
if i didn’t, i probably even sleep better
hey, f_ck this n_gga, i’ma spray with it (bah)
put a glock 19 to his face with it
always knew you was a b_tch, you was raised with it (huh)
now i know why your daddy okay with it (bah)
i should take your flag and burn that sh_t
give it back, then put you in a grave with it
how you gon’ steal a$ap rocky swag
and f_ck it all up and go gay with it? (innit)
you started it
i ain’t duckin’ no smoke, want all of it
want to steal my culture and talk your sh_t ‘case you mad that you can’t be a part of it
you don’t get no play, we ain’t bumpin’ it (nah)
facts ain’t never droppin’, no bombin’ it
you got the worst songs that i ever heard in my life
i don’t even want to hear n_ggas hummin’ it (facts)
oh, you bringin’ up tory, i’m lovin’ it (i’m lovin’ it)
they forgot my litty, went dumb with it (went dumb with it)
me and tory ain’t never had smoke
that was really my n_gga, we was just havin’ fun with it (okay)
from the black eminem, that’s a compliment (okay)
i’ma wear that badge, i’ma honor it (okay)
a n_gga sold like two hundred twenty million records
and i bet you done bought a whole lot of them (facts)
n_ggas mad at me ’cause i bothered them
’cause mama never told him she was proud of ’em (on god)
even n_ggas like giggs really hate your sh_t
he a real og, there’s a lot of ’em
you d_ck ride n_ggas and you fine with it
you got a lil’ cosign and you proud of it
and you’ll do anythin’ just to get a lil’ ovo chain, even swallow it (innit)
i hold big smokers ready to chief with ’em
better call the po and bring the police with ’em
bring enough heat to cook up a beef with him
wet a n_gga up and bringin’ a beach with him
bullet get stuck, he feelin’ it deep in him
p_ssy ass n_gga, i’m makin’ a yeast with him
a wagyu steak, i cut up a piece with him
floss on a n_gga and pickin’ up my t__th with him
cough on a n_gga and make a disease hit him
bark on a n_gga, ain’t takin’ no leash with him
lock a n_gga out, i’m leavin’ his t__th with him
lock a n_gga down and bury the keys with him
snake ass n_ggas that really don’t need venom
i’m skinnin’ ’em alive and makin’ a feast with ’em
n_gga need help, we bringin’ the streets with them (what?)
give a n_gga h_ll, i’m bringin’ a priest with ’em
i’ma send them to h_ll and i bet the devil’ll tell him
that i’m a demon who broke a piece of that heaven and fell
and b_tch, i’m a predicate felon
i put a sh_ll in your melanin
and everything i ever said up on a record, i meant it
how ’bout we talk about how many f_ckin’ records you sellin’
’cause even back up in your country, they don’t check up and listen
you only sold a couple thousand, ain’t no battin’ a seven
they gonna sell it at the counter at the 7_eleven
and when i’m finished with you, i bet they would never forget it
there ain’t a single motherf_cker who can stab at this weapon
i hate your accent and everythin’ you said in the record
i need subtitles to get it, i’m checkin’ the spellin’
i promise you that drizzy only one that would ever mention you bein’ a legend
n0body would agree when he said it
i promise you it’s gonna haunt you when you sleep in your bed
and i promise you that when it’s over, i’ma leave an impression of y’all
i hope you know the pressure’s on when i drop this sh_t ’cause you really on the clock, boy (what?)
i’ma write a perspective song from a uk n_gga who think he a top boy
since you wanna talk about influence, let’s talk about the female clothes you rock, boy (on god)
i seen you in an interview dressed like a b_tch, i guess you really a top boy (sheesh)
i catch him outside in the birkins store, the victoria secret shop, boy (okay)
take all your sh_t, then give it to my b_tch, she’ll love that drip you got, boy (godd_mn)
put the uk/us sh_t to the side, this is me against you, lil’ pop boy
clean up on aisle six, i done wiped this b_tch, somebody come bring me a mop, boy
i done turned joseph to a crime scene
why the f_ck a n_gga thinkin’ he could try me?
how you do your n_gga wiley dirty, then turn your back on the uk grime scene? (on god)
you a snake ass ho, you slimy
you irrelevant, b_tch, you behind me (behind me)
i don’t even understand how you still got fans
i ain’t heard your name since the ’90s
i’m a hybrid n_gga with a high beam
turn the uk n_gga to a lime bean
this the round two k.o, you ain’t gettin’ up
better call the er to revive him
after this, i bet you wanna fight me
that’s the reason why n_ggas don’t like me
thought you was that n_gga when you talk your sh_t
now you sittin’ back wonderin’ “why me?”

- joyner lucas

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