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margiela myers – beat it كلمات اغاني

(verse i)
any n_ggas say they hate us… tell ‘em beat it /
i been had more racks, been waxed _ proceedings /
been ran my numbers up so much i ain’t _ easing /
off the gas pedal, cuz the petals need breezing /
fumes in the kitchen, water whippin’, pan heatin’ /
got the inside, of my msport bleeding /
i roll the tint down, quad (aaaa) gas _ i’m breathing /
i make sure my n_ggas get to ball, off season /
& we don’t switch sides ‘round here _ that’s treason /
aim above the gums, hollow tips _ been t__thing /
i’m louis to the floor, what’s it for? _ no reason? /
cuz for so many years i didn’t have no freedom /
_
chains used to bead ‘em, now my nеck fulla v’s /
i call franky for the shine, a bettеr jeweller _ n_gga plz /
when she found out it was me, she couldn’t help _/
but hit her knees /
now myers oversees, getting plays over seas.. /
n_ggas thought i was a saint, but my 9 ain’t for brees /
(grrrrrrt)
_
but for mine, i’ma squeeze /
i don’t call my haters “opps” /
if i dial in, they bleed /
that’s one phone call /
n_gga try it, you’ll see …/
(hook)
any n_ggas say they hate us, tell ‘em beat it /
we been had more racks, been waxed proceedings /
been puttin masks on before the pandemic /
had the junkies dropping in the bando /
that’s a bandemic /
ha !
steaks on the plate, how many mans we done fed? /
_
everyday i wake up, thank god _ count bread /
x3

(verse ii)
used to smoke proverbs, now i’m overlooking rogers /
bad b_tch with me, bow down _ our father /
i open up the scriptures, cuz that paper on me daily /
any n_ggas say they hate me, cuz they _ ain’t me /
cuz they ain’t got the shine, i done did my time /
now i keep 6, figures on my motherf_ckin mind /
got them big rocks, in my carti’s _ like i’m blind../
and a bad b_tch, barbie _ hard to find /
cuz we chilling in the mansion /
playing “hanky_panky” /
just f_cked, three times _ gotta change the blankey /
quite frankly, these f_ck n_gga’s should thank me /
cuz i’m putting food, in their motherf_ckin’ pantry’s /
(hook)
any n_ggas say they hate us, tell ‘em beat it /
we been had more racks, been waxed proceedings /
been puttin masks on before the pandemic /
had the junkies dropping in the bando /
that’s a bandemic /
ha !
steaks on the plate, how many mans we done fed? /
_
everyday i wake up, thank god _ count bread /
x3

- margiela myers

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