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lunar c – strictly indo كلمات اغاني

[chorus x 2]
indo, never no
strictly indo never no ?
strictly indo never no ?(lunar c)
strictly indo never no ?(fly tippers)

if i ain’t the realest then there was
really two of every animal on noah’s ark and
ana nicole smith died of a broken heart
trying to get one up on me like mario with a golf kart
your fueuds with inner circle can’t take side it’s no point
roll joints, in business meeting can’t run me up
strictly indo, never cocaine
used to sniff it ’til my lips were
scabby and i couldn’t f–k
but i had to quit though my rent was so late
you only get props when you rat to your mates
them yes men got you g-ssed go get back in your lane
and you was sweared to dig your grave with your casket away
them paul bearers are ready though get carried away
probably shouldn’t have got drunk before the concert
had to punch my hype man for saying all the wrong words
over achiever i can i saw i conquered
told your b—h that i’m that man though
when she can i saw she concurred

[chorus x2]

[verse 2]
d–k got her on her knew like the sack religious is sacrilegious
you say amen and then it’s back to business
smoke clouds in the room like a fumigator
high up the level study ? trying to study me like euthanasia
but big words and obscure references don’t
compensate for or s–t verse and pop penmanship
i just say what i mean and move on you
dummies carry on your rhyme schemes for too long
ft hooligan cruising in a stolen
trying to set fire to your house while you
mow the garden and shove the badger door
off it hinges and got a broken arm struggling
to get the f–king batteries out the smoke alarm
i was dropped on my head at the top of some steps
as a toddler i messed up keep topping my meds up
kush and a blue slim tell these kiddies no war
coming to the smoking session with
liver rizza’s and cold sores

[chorus x2]

[verses]
told my psychiatrist that i’m an addict
put all my vices on the table
like it’s woodwork cl-ss
if i could turn back time i wouldn’t change
a f–king thing life’s to short
to be dwelling on what could’ve been
all these mc’s swear that they’re real
until they get pounds signs in their
eyes and up turning into c–ksuckers
i’m at the point in my career where
rappers usually do pops songs and
stay on the radio but i’m not gonna
i don’t wear a leather skirt or a jesus piece
i rather rock a checkered shirt and jherri curls like eazy e
and i don’t care who i’m offending when i
speak the beat got them all nodding
their head like they agree with me
i don’t censor s–t so what if they’re over
sensitive what they gonna do if i offend them
maybe i’ll get -ss-ssinated during a cypher
session and die for my profession
like the flight attendants on 9/11

- lunar c

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