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lex bratcher - the downfall of lex bratcher كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
i am filthy plux
(uh yeah!}

[verse 1]
uh huh! been a long time
caught up in the midst, caught up in the mob ties
boutta’ hit a l!ck, (?) in the back the holsters on both sides
go high, no limit in benz’ and we roll by
just cop the droptop, better fly, don’t slide
they know i, been k!lling (?) with note rhymes
the scene (?) better be rich and famous in no time
like (ugh, yeah!) she be wantin’ it
bu-du-ba-ba-ba oh she be lovin’ it
he don’t want the smoke, he gon’ choke (ah!)
he goin’ oh-ah-ah, he be stutterin’
these n-ggas ain’t got sh-t on me
they be bluffin’ when they comin’ through one in history
i’m the governess and she want a big kiss from me
so i’m talkin’ at shawty but then love it as she be yellin’
“i’m a government in teams”
wanna i rap like me? uh huh!
hit the facts on a track like she? uh huh!
on the pad, writin’ rhymes on a sheet
what i mean, is i got dudes tryna’ rap like a queen, uh huh!
muhf-ckers’ ain’t f-ckin’ with me nah
and the best part is they know it too
you could had an alias and new persona
but we are always gonna know it’s you
see, all these (?) poppin’ sh-t
but they only just poppin’ lid
they ain’t got nada on my head
but they always hop on my tip
i got a (?) sort of pencil
for tryna’ stomp on my crib
and they not gon’ find the sh-t cause’ i proper disposed of it
and i don’t have no compet-tion
the crown is already fit
and i don’t even have to listen to none of you petty chicks
on why we even, what the f-ck?
every beat i get, i commit to k!llin’
rippin’ apart, but you still gon’ have to equip’
(like unh!)

[chorus x2]
huh, cause’ they been prayin’ for my downfall
they hate to see me, when they hatin’ on the blast off
i’m comin’ aimin’, comin’ sprayin’ with the mac dog
playin’ with the gat, finna’ fade ’em with the mask on (what?)

[verse 2]
(?) in these skies, imma’ hit ’em with the big fat l to say bye
i don’t give a d-mn, i might not even try
to be kind, cause’ they might think it’s a co-sign (h-ll naw)
i don’t f-ck with none of your rhymes, just lame sh-t
ya’ll gon’ need to take time
cause’ your current roster of rappers is lame
f-ck the whole game,i’m bout’ to arson sh-t
then get away with the crime
get away with the dime piece
to k!ll or not to k!ll the game, still deciding
in hiding,with my wifey and sidepiece
tellin’ the butler, “yeah, can you bring me more wine please?”
pull it together, so i don’t need no more whining
but in the gutter, do wanna end up a crime scene?
oh, and another thing
lex is gonna be the high priest
yeah, i’m bout’ to see majors, like we’s playin’ on white keys
i spit that automatic flame
i don’t even think they really want another name
it’s the l to the e-x, i is the best
wrote l’s, you been takin’ l’s in the pre-tense
smokin’ on petrol, hide the weed in the coat from the patrol
got the green in my belt and we leavin’ a smell
on the subs, sound like gas on the metro
ll these n-ggas talkin’ sh-t but (they don’t really want it)
shotty when i ride, i’m a (?) hop up on it
but it’s only for the moment, cause’ then i gotta go and the bag so
sad, no time for emotion
n-ggas be cappin’ (?)
get the flabby’ numbers, stabby with no m-ss
open casket, so they askin’ bout’ the fact
then (?) really livin’ with no (?) attached
no, i was tryna’ extradition, and they had me by the lap
(uh huh!)

- lex bratcher

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