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missing texture - temu كلمات أغنية

[intro]
it’s the man of the hour, the man of the year_
the man of the century!

[hook]
bedroom like a sweatshop, she working me like temu (huh)
l!ck the salt before the shot, she gave me a lil’ preview (okay)
faded in the city, trading ciggies for some tito’s
i’m gaming with these hoes through the roster feel like i’m b_mo

[verse 1]
(he uses_) vocal inflections to hide behind my emotions
so when they see mе in public they say “my god he got motion”
but evеry woman in my life, man i treat ‘em like it’s severance
i honestly feel nothing ‘less i’m in, i set the precedence (i_)
can’t decide what projects that i really need to do (okay)
like is music really calling me or am i paying dues? (yea)
anytime i’m breaking through i always jump up out the ship
like all the things i just learned how to do ain’t mean sh_t_
just forget it, i’ll do something else at least for a while
then later i come back to roll the stone, proceed a mile (yea)
aye the music sh_t got serious the more i grew up
i remember writing “relay” off of dirt from the plug, aye
(hah, yuh) need to take a sec to breathe
i hear voices in my head and they aren’t listening to me (phew)
i put the m behind the e and realized i need time to grieve
i’m prophetic in this way i’ll bring my country to its knees
silver spoon pr_ck, spot the poison on my f_cking tongue (okay)
broke a b_tch to pick a b_tch and man they keep me on the run (okay)
self aware enough to know the struggle’s never really done (okay)
drain the poison from my tongue into my cup and in my lungs
my gang is beamin’ now (aye)
two more shots we get to fiendin’ now (a fiend, fiend)
b_tch want exorcised, in the bed she let her demons out (she let ’em out)
aye i’m right on time, dogged the mic and they all screaming now
i think they right i just get anybody, where sabrina now? (take ’em to the_)
[hook]
bedroom like a sweatshop, she working me like temu (huh)
l!ck the salt before the shot, she gave me a lil’ preview (okay)
faded in the city, trading ciggies for some tito’s
i’m gaming with these hoes through the roster feel like i’m b_mo

[verse 2]
llegar al dinero, mix the green and blue, what’s up? (mhm)
dozen women interchangeable, they taggin’ in and out (what else?)
spending money on a b_tch, her legs agape for the amount (uh huh)
keep a monster in my pocket, rustle wild grass, the route, i_
feel the drums we walk ‘em down, in studio, we beat it out (uh huh)
i’mma get like everything inside the store, they closing out (uh huh)
left the boy in pulp because i heard him talkin’ tough
sh_t this 808 is guiding me i think i’m powered up (yea)
aye, what’s up? sh_t i’m getting f_ckin’ wonky in this b_tch (yuh)
hopped out the swamp, but she a donkey in the whip (she like eddie murphy)
ol’ b_tch, she messy acting like a common wh0re
she was born in ‘82, i call her my lil commodore (boop)
stepping up off of the bus but now it’s golden when i touch, hoe
and if you give me sh_t your head go boom like you from costco
walking up in the room, won’t even try and they still wet (aye)
i’ll wipe the p_ssy from my mouth to tell you that your b_tch wet
i oughta stop, i think my aura might be bit too much to handle (uh huh)
i’m c_cky but i’m humble keep a popper on the mantle (for the party)
the boys who gonna help me place you on a milk carton
are the same boys with me when i was in kindergarten, uh
give me just a couple more songs, fill out the venue
half you people even know they flew me out to nyu?
sh_t i’m moving, i got motion b_tch
just bought me some modern kicks (okay)
flying over water for too long i’m feeling seasick (godd_mn)
man, what you talking bout? 3 tongues in my dirty mouth
swallow up my kids to get rid of her f_cking cotton mouth (godd_mn)
tired of the women that i’m talking to, i’m fed up
swear to god it’s only a day or two ‘fore they in love, d_mn

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