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lupe fiasco - toca tuesdays freestyle كلمات الأغنية

god blesser
word processor
i’m in the nerd i professor
like confessions but i never snitch
i’m never this
i never swerve off the road and fall into a ditch
but if i did like my car accident i kid
khalifa, i see ya
and two things i’ll never be, i never been a repeater
always solo, no no, i live like a hobo
work for billions, maybe millions, not a trillion
maybe like a trillionaire, have you seein’ things that aren’t really there
and have you searching for it, this, look
like my homie thought drug dealing, kick, push, how so?
on the outro, so long, on my first sh-t without ‘cha
i’m still the sh-t, without hoes
without toilets never spoil it
royalties trying to oil me
the royal p-n-s is clean your highness
i look down at my finest
blinded by the shininess of my d-ck
that’s how good she do it
i had it, but i lose it
losing, that’s lu, that’s still my name
i still got fame and no shame, uh
my sh-t is wild, it’s never tame
your sh-t is child, your sh-t is trash, i’ll take your chain
like 50 on stage, summer jam sh-t got me going in the rage!
but then i turn another page
i don’t smoke, but i sure do blaze
blaze n-ggas like i’m just blaze on the beat
mpcs bangin’ in the streets
i’m too deep for these n-ggas to weak
never sweet and no hurt shes
i’m no hershey’s but her shes love me so
[?] n-ggas like “wurd!”
yours is not better than mine
i ain’t gotta curse, fine
sh-t, f-ck, d-mn, p-ssy, other expletives
i never rest, you gonna need sedatives
sh-t don’t registers
i am like a teller with propellers, i fly
and i count cash fella
i bounce p-ss shout to dame dash, yella
yes sir, it’s like a mc for nwa ngs mp3s
i keep 45 calibre’s, hks and mp3s for these gs
shout to gds, shout to bds and mc and mickey cobras
we need the peace treaty for the summer
free rondo! by him a condo, shout out to lil durk
otf nunu rest in peace
hope you just was a lil hurt, nothing you need to get snubbed over
put the guns down like chance say
you see beyonce on the knees, yea
[?]
you see me ride through the hood in the maybach, stay back
glocks shootin’ way back my aim’s too far
i’m too far gone, [?] my arms, yea, they reach
like i’m mr fantastic, you sit down, lil b-st-rd
[?] sn-tch purses offa these girls
n-gga dontchu know, i run these worlds
from pluto back to mars
back to back with these cars i got cobras, ferraris
everything you can’t follow me
[?] your doors, sit up
and i ain’t e’en got them b-tches what!
shout out to nipsey hussle, shout out to my boy ty dolla
gon’ make ’em holla
everything look better with a b-tch next to it
that’s the next single, n-gga, watch ’em play the music
i might go platinum or i might go plutonium
i don’t even know
any plaque you know i’m holdin’ [?]
i’m from the ‘go, never stop, on the row
gettin’ dough on the low
lupe fiasco

- lupe fiasco

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