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juss lissen - j.l. - "melee" (ft. drug dillon) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
n-gg-s gotta be on higher alert than this
it’s code red

[bridge]
(melee melee) melee melee
melee (maday) x2
melee (melee melee) maday (maday maday)
melee (melee melee) maday
[hook]
oh-kay, got that triple double on the court i’m on my o’shea
hustla’s perception got me collecting some frito-lay’s
shorty i’m so tired of being broke
time to mix up all these verses sell them b-tches like its c-ke
now i got ak, rolled up in the wood on top that dresser like its payday
head is so good i tried to tell her this is melee
pressing on them b-ttons like it’s tekken, i say like a lot
galaga, i’m kinda like a weapon

[verse 1: juss lissen]
pull through in a m-th-f-ckin’ hu[?] who?
j.l. blaze well thought you n-gg-s knew
seen them white flags from a birds eye view
fly high leave sick in them 12’s like the flu, real sh-t
f-ck the 12 and them n-gg-s on the news
everybody got the vision till their eyes get blues
if you lost in the sauce in the game you will lose
you jackin’ -ss rapper, bet you got the blues]

packing whipper snappers and if they don’t got a comeback
tell em’ run back, retreat
you smoking dutchies out the muf-ckin’ teepee
hotbox flow lil n-gg-s can’t see me
i’m on another level like fabo, you geekin’, who speakin’
heard your b-tch-ss barking out the door
but you ain’t even teethin’, what’s the reason?
meanwhile, i’m in your b-tch face
had my d-ck down her dentals
drippin’ from the feegee’s she might need a squeegee
it’s all on the instrumental
n-gg-s got the gun aimed
right at the c-m stains
uh, don’t talk cash if its chump change
h-lla n-gg-s throwing shots like a f-cking gun range
whole time i’m like f-ck fame, f-ck clout
ducked off puttin’ grams in another [?]
let me see what your heart bout’ (don’t cry n-gg-)
can’t take smoke? (don’t try n-gg-)
comin’ at a rapper neck with a rope to the throat
watch him choke then he croak (bye-bye n-gg-)

controlling your hoe’s still wouldn’t even all this p-ssy??
stop playing games i’ll take your cartr[?]

[bridge]

[hook]
oh-kay, got that triple double on the court i’m on my o’shea
hustla’s perception got me collecting some frito-lay’s
shorty i’m so tired of being broke
time to mix up all these verses sell them b-tches like its c-ke
now i got ak rolled up in the wood on top that dresser like its payday
head is so good i tried to tell her this is melee
pressing on them b-ttons like it’s tekken, i say like a lot
galaga, i’m kinda like a weapon

[verse 2: drug dillon]
oh, you want smoke? thinking this sh-t is a joke
you better relax fore’ you choke
you better relax for that scope
hit you wit you was just thinking that, there go your thinking cap
oh you won’t blow? thinking this sh-t is a hoax
you better relapse or you croak
laying, flat right in front of your folk
sometimes i don’t even know i just go wit my head
of the curb, the street, the block, the hood
these n-gg-s is asking if imma be good
wait, uh. ounces right under the couch
wait, hope he is watching his mouth
beef an a box an we stompin’ him out
i just wan’ relace the game replace the paint
be a stain on my brain but to stay on my brain
that’s why its back-to-back blunts
i be trying to have the most fun
i was so young when i saw my first gun
right in my fava car, d-mn
back when he drove round the van
light blue one, not the gray one, dug
all black got from my big bro krut
i ain’t saying nothin’ when the pigs show up
please don’t feed the animals, n-gg- sho’nuff, uh
g-code to the zip code
n-gg-s tell em’ give em’ cliff notes
cause the chief p-ssed off?
you gave a name and a pistol?
soothin’ the cops
who do what on the block
voodoo come out the glock
n-gg-s is cursed from the shot
all you gone hear is a pop and a drop (bop)

[bridge]

[hook]
okay, got that triple double on the court i’m on my o’shea
hustla’s perception got me collecting some frito-lay’s
shorty i’m so tired of being broke
time to mix up all these verses sell them b-tches like its c-ke
now i got ak rolled up in the wood on top that dresser like its payday
head is so good i tried to tell her this is melee
pressing on them b-ttons like it’s tekken, i say like a lot
galaga, i’m kinda like a weapon

- juss lissen

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