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michael fulton – 365 كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]
it’s been a year or so
since i gave up a little bit of time
i took a little pen of mine and
went and penned some rhymes
i flipped a-quite a few fingers
i made a-quite a few zingers
but before the f-ckin’ hurricane y’never knew me a singer
b-tch, i’m original-
michael j “this is it”
365 and you’re still f-ckin’ blastin’ my sh-t
am i still in your head? b-tch, i’m in the right of the left?
but no matter what the place or time y’know i’m the best
put me up with the rest
i know the feel inside of your chest
and if you’re still feelin’ wacky, b-tch quit smokin’ the cess
go get some clarity
and f-ckin’ tell me i ain’t nothin’
you stupid mothercluckers wanna keep on f-ckin’ struttin’ like a peac-ck
you ain’t the bird of the week
you f-ckin’ chickens better get on goin’ crossin’ the street

get it?

man, you should just stop on climbin’
but i ain’t even stressin’ when i’m sittin’ here vibin’
it’s my clobberin’ time and b-tch i’ll never stop rhymin’
you’re as basic as ramen on a stovetop in college
ha!
you’re out you’re fettuccine
might aswell go play aladdin and try wishin’ on a genie
name another f-ckin’ rapper who got olive garden deets
oh sh-t, wait post malone, ain’t he bigger than little ol’ me?

[spoken]
y’know i’m playing… i gotta mention it atleast like once in a f-ckin’ song.. i mean are you really gonna f-ckin’ like – not let me f-ckin’ mention it?

how the f-ck?

i mean i’ve f-ckin’ have sat here for like ten years doing this stupid f-cking youtube sh-t, and then out of nowhere… 365 days ago i release my first f-cking mixtape, and then all of a sudden.. literally a year later, olive garden and me are f-ckin’ doing something together? f-ck this sh-t! of course i’m going to f-ckin’ mention it! i’m gunna flex some stupid sh-t like that because it’s funny, and honestly it’s kind of baller as f-ck.. i don’t know..

well…

[verse 2]
i didn’t sleep around a year ago, but now i got plenty
i keep on tellin’ motherf-ckers that i’ll always be ready
y’know i’m battlin’ b-tches, y’know i’m rattlin’ snitches
come on and tempt me motherf-cker, my pen finger itches
gimme a reason to write a sh-t, i’ll bury you, six feet
they call me the ‘cane cause i’m mean and i break things
in 2018, i made a prediction
i told myself i’m f-ckin’ done with sittin’ and b-tchin’
i was petrified, and i still kinda am
like a tree i’m standin’ tall, get your batterin’ rams
i was grabbin’ at straws, and i had nothin’ else
the only thing i knew were words that hit a beat well
“hooks in they mouth, they at a loss for words
it’s why someone writes ’em all, b-tches live in a he-rs-
i might be dead inside, but i’m alive and well”
wait for 20 f-ckin’ 20, when i give the world h-ll

mike

- michael fulton

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