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just charles - xp كلمات الأغنية

stomp, stomp
stompin on the beat
i’m here to tarnish some sh-t
hold jaws, and
applause
while i talk my alma mater, and sh-t
use to bottle in sh-t
till i finally found a bottle to tip

oh
wait
took wrong turns, too late
next stage, next page
straight blank, straight race
stay sprintin to the finish

so
maybe u will get the jyst and know watsup

shoot at rappers to get, the xp
that i need, so i lvl on up
now top notch, top speed
top 3, top me
try to top jc tha god and my ego
didn’t think u would’ve forgotten that we were lethal like an open needle

yeah
and my mama and granny told me never let the bullsh-t, get to me

but i’m boutta let it spill
for real
i’ll give ya chills
hop inside my conscience
u could probably k!ll
for real
now let’s stick to the deal
get the f-ck outcha feels, for real

can’t say it again
i don’t, and i won’t
say “it” again
k!lla clown
instincts on my mind
so i’m preyin, again

check it out
this is straight, outta h-ll bro
this a devil demo
this is satan’s memo
not the type to stereotype
but this’ll blow ya stereo
and not to mention
got me feelin evil
got me feelin lethal
got me talkin like a dawg
know some dawgs, in the kennel, all bcuz there ego
now i’m callin up my dawg
cuz i seen em ballin up his sh-t to shoot a m-th-f-ckin free throw, for real

we coming for ya neck
xp
when i walk up in the spot
everyone, respect me
yeah, n-gg- pop pop
head shot, xp
yeah, n-gg- pop pop
headshot xp xp

boy, (ugh)
you dont really want the flame
me and rondon
came to blow out, ya f-ckin brain
with the b-ss
from the track,,
you’ll feel attacked
when the snare at-tacks
like a tac, in ya skin
attached to a limb
that just so, happens to bend
repeatedly stabbing, the same
exact piece of skin
i’m laughing, cause ya fallin
and ya can’t get up
i’m eatin ya, food, hungry
but i’m so fed up
it stays goin, down
cause i just won’t let up
im sending shots at everybody
better run and duck
you doodoo boy, number 2 you a
run-ner up
ya run is up
the final boss
level-ed up
so, what you gone do
when jc, and ronnie boy
peel ya wig back like
david spade off of tommy boy
i keep a clip packed on my waist
for the tommy boy, sike nah
i’m p-l-p
like that bobby boy
logie boi
dont you f-ckin try me
i am not a toy
pov, was a warning shot
to alota noise
hush noooow, ugh
let it breathe
flowing so smooth and
the way i ride the beat
is like a freak in the sheets
influencing the streets
with my flows
you could say i’m, in-flowen-tial
funny how another artists
just sparks my mental
everytime the don spit a verse
i let the pen go
super saiyan in the booth
i spit the truth
and if you dont think i do
life as i know it part 2
will have you glued
and f-ckin jump-in, off the roof
onto ya coupe, while ron is stompin
imma, get to spittin some frickin
ridiculous writtens
i’ll leave ya waitin
while i’m making somethin hot in the kitchen
i only make the bomb music
better cover some distance
i really do this
like a fairy you just standin there wishin

man you better bounce, before you check me
skatin on my haters, like i’m gretsky
blow em out the water, like a jetski
we just k!lled you off, all for the xp
man you better bounce, before you check me
skatin on my haters, like i’m gretsky
blow em out the water, like a jetski
we just k!lled you off, all for the xp

we coming for ya neck
xp(multiple scream)
when i walk up in the spot
everyone, respect me
yeah, n-gg- pop pop
head shot, xp
yeah, n-gg- pop pop
head shot, xp xp
we coming for ya neck
xp(multiple scream)
when i walk up in the spot
everyone, respect me
yeah, n-gg- pop pop
head shot, xp
yeah, n-gg- pop pop
head shot, xp xp

- just charles

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