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miq the burb boy - nuns in the back كلمات الأغنية

[intro: kris the $pirit]

is that nuns in the back or some sh_t like?
it’s that west sh_t
and i do this sh_t in my sleep dawg
i do this sh_t in my nightmares dawg

{verse 1: kris the $pirit]

open it
goin’ at locals though blow for blow
mohammed, show em the ropes
smokin’ these boys like roaches
you can’t compete with the quotes, all facts
yellin’, just wanna be’s to the goat
i only showed my devotion, the culture here lacking hope
the only one that they rooting for usually just hoe
i came from the pain below, 0 cold on my toes
you think it’s a joke, get poked
my memories off the stove, my pedigree catapult
you’re not even at my knees like jeez
get off my d, deceased it
got the masterpiece, it’s secret
b_tch i’m liam neeson when i’m seekin’ cheeses
need the parmesan uh, the jesus pieces
i’ma biggie fan boy, versace fleeces
versace shades babe, it may look easy
but i came from the bottom, uh
slang at the bottom, uh
‘cain, marijuana, uh
prayed for the lotto
aye pain through the autumn
through the winter got a problem
and it had me goin’ crazy
but my city my asylum
now i’m sittin’ on a comet
turned a penny to a dollar
with your biddy gettin’ swallowed
in the telly with a bottle uh

[verse 2: miq the burb boy]

turned a dollar to a comma uh
comma brought the comments uh
ion pay attention bout the rings like i’m sonic
circle tighter than the f_ckin’ knot on the bonnet
purple lighter wit the rocket fuel is how i’m rockin’
yeah, if you know him gotta watch him
boy from the burbs, i don’t play out in compton
i lay out my pay out and body tracks often
so put it all with me in the coffin, yeah
it’s the best you ever heard
head vs head, boy i bet you better swerve
jaw steady clenched, couldn’t crack it on the curb
i been said it for years, why the f_ck you never learn
how the f_ck you never heard about the boy from the subs
heard his name was q, yeah
he ride around with bubbz and his buds and he bust
at these lame rappers and fake trappers
through bass, battered the face of
the dame dashers and waste dappers
he’s out, not for the count
out huntin’ a title bout to show em what titles bout
i write it out, you white it out
and try to tell me what to talk about
i’ll take your t__th out your f_ckin’ mouth and stomp em out
i ain’t a peace keeper, i’m a bee keeper, uh
prepped to swarm on you if i see reason
it would be easy breezy to say that i’m a heat seeker
but that sh_t is too basic, so it’s bee season
if you get it, you get it
leave these beats so deadded
and i’m so indebted, yeah
if you get it, you get it

[outro: miq the burb boy]

i don’t gotta say sh_t
i just know my music good i’m understood
yuh, yuh
ridin’ thru my city, top is chopped
my girl be with me feelin’ good, good
i don’t give a f_ck, my music blast
i’m wakin’ up the neighbourhood, hood

- miq the burb boy

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