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littles the general - publicity stunt كلمات الأغنية

[skit]

_indistinct murmuring_
hey man
guy_guys, man, pipe down, my shows on guys
guys, my sh_my sh_my show’s on, degrassi’s on, i wanna see aubrey
(this guy’s your f_ckin’ favorite rapper? he’s a f_ckin’ joke)
cuz, you better turn that sh_t off
turn that sh_t off

[intro]

offense baby!
publicity stunt is starting now n_gga
let’s get it poppin’ (uh, yeah) ha ha!

[verse 1: littles the general]

i’m the general baby, yes the kid’s back
i suggest you get back from this human death trap, and
i ain’t tryin’ to battle n_ggas, i’ma get stacks
look (?) is mine and (?) a big snack
i am one sick cat, sl!ck rat, same way that they don’t get flipped cr_p on that
honest, yeah, name a n_gga that honestly get (?)
they know who the man (who?) littles, yes sir
you know who i am in the (?)
i’m still holdin’ my pants, i ain’t kiddin’ y’all n_ggas
i’ll sh_t on y’all n_ggas in the kid so fly, jet pack
come fly with me
i bet, i said n0body out here
f_ckin’ with enough said blood red blood shed red, woah
for anybody that doubt this is the offense, b_tch
and i’m stoutin’, diced out, woah
littles daddy now that’s nice, look at all of that ice
wrist like a nice light, sound like a lite brite
and i might keep rhyming, like i might just might (?)
(?) for the night
i’m the mothaf_ckin’ man, as belly(?) on sight
and i put a n_gga food in my belly on sight
i’m a beast, i put soft wooden jelly on mics
when peanut b_tter get home, they gon’ really want (?)
uh oh! i don’t think they really want a problem with ’em
i probably get ’em
his n_ggas’ll be like “step back!”, i probably hit him
his n_ggas’ll see him left flat
cause he callin’ on my name, he gonna regret that
see, drake is a muppet, and homie expects that
he respected in the streets, but your best bet
is tell the wiseguys a preacher confessed that(?)
you ain’t never did half that you say, you just a rat
(?) at toured degrassi high
you must got these n_ggas (?), cause you actually sly
i mean, yeah, the n_ggas can spit
yeah, the n_ggas is rich
but p_ssy is the only thing he actually (?)
see i think this n_gga gassin’, he actually high
actually blind, thinking that he asked to grind
you know we only drop online, cause he a tv guy
those the only fans you could actually find
see, there’s no hard copies in the streets for a reason
cause n_ggas ain’t believin’ that its comeback season
the offense b_tch, got the streets, no (?)
publicity stunt is here to stay seated, uh
i eat ’em up, beat ’em up, and if i meet ’em, i’ma (?) with the newest member of team
laugh in your face mr. big dream
you want it, you got it?
i’ma get out with this kid
[verse 2: quake matthews]

yo, this is what they waitin’ for ain’t it?
my sp_ceship was invaded by an alien face
with the alias “drake”, but i stay with a steak
not the one that ate off your plate
the harpoon about to place in your heart soon
(look who we beefin’ with) a cartoon quadriplegic kid
now i get why he say he got the cleanest kicks
(?) with a pound of dro
sh_t, you claim you got the meanest whip
i seen the fed, straight from alamo
needle d_ck(?), lupe clone
you rolled by in a wheelchair like these are 30, no lies(?)
skin tight suit, such a (?)
goofy bowties, and your forehead is so five(?)
get in your own mind, you just thinkin’ so fine(?)
times rough you when you snitch and drop your own dimes
i’m disastrous b_st_rds
he caught up in the earthquake, livin’ the die(?)
in the horse race and first place, career flashing
thinking back to his birthday
comin’ out the gate, lookin’ for air, gasping
f_ck your money, you good when the rent’s due
but i’ma make you bounce up the game like your checks do
next clue, murder in the booth
your cream made it, but now you cremated, burning in the soup
sittin’ nervous on your stoop, cross the street and look both ways
i’m comin’ back to take what’s mine like o.j
not music for the soul, i’ma runnin’ back
hit you like a 18_wheeler, f_ck up your trucker hat
next i flexed and i’ma twist (?)
now they tryna scr_pe you off the street where the busses pass
son relax, tread the water
you pop corn to the core, endorsed by (?)
my fists on your lips, take your sh_t to the head(?)
b_tch i got this on lock, call me mr. monster
i’ll disconnect your roster, disrespect your (?)
you ain’t no real emcee, but you the best imposter
i don’t floss a lot, but you can’t budget your cream
you probably a fiend, smokin’ johnny’s rocks
aubrey clots(?), grams like his last name
for pete’s sakes, he’s doing lines between takes
creating pop tunes, (?) your release date
go ahead
b_tch, you didn’t think you had to meet quake
i’m not aimin’ at your team, cause they not the problem
but it is not a problem for me to holocaust them
drake’s fresh out the womb, you should step out the room
i don’t wanna have them ruined with their father watching
fiends feindin’ for freeze, cause i’m freezing
jeans leanin’ to the southern region, the summer season came and went
your change is spent on your dame, now you’re sayin’ your dame’s content
i had to, raise the fence in drake’s defense, no match for the offense plays i set
yes, the whole clip’s smoking
you beating me is ludicrous like the rapper that bit your b_tch open
[verse 3: greedy]

step back like sh_t like ex_lax
talk sh_t, get your neck snapped, dissed on the next track
(?) i rep that, while drippin’ with wet crack
i’m grippin’ the best mat, your chest clapped
(grrrat!)
y’all n_ggas f_ckin’ with a boss
go against me, and you’re f_ckin’ with a loss
cut up in a box, and left out in the frost(?)
i’ll be hustlin’ on the block cause i’m f_ckin’ with the rock (okay)
no h.o.v.a., just snow boulders(?)
greedy stay on top of the white like snow boulders
my flow colder, you blow nova
you couldn’t be a (?) with four (?)
you broke n_gga, you ain’t f_ckin’ with this
when the 40 cal spit, then you slumpin’ your whip
i don’t even know drake, but he can suck on my sick
before you try to come after me, wipe my cum off your lips, b_tch
act tough, i’ll put your brains on your shoe lace
y’all f_ckin’ with a rat, you n_ggas is just blue jays(?)
b_tch ass n_ggas, y’all sweeter than kool aid
i’ll have you n_ggas hangin’ from ceiling by your durag

[outro, drake, female singer]
“(?) all the drama in (?)

“if you’re lucky enough to find someone you love, who loves you back…it’s a gift”

“what if i told you, it was all meant to be? would you believe me? would you believe me?”

- littles the general

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