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mone corleone – mone corleone on flex | freestyle #035 كلمات اغاني

[verse]
the king’s back, queens rap where i’m supreme at
they tossin’ stones in hot hands, n_gga, you seen that
told you before, i’ve seen it all, right from the door
they see it, try to be it, the modern day cb4, look
f_ck the raps, who you n_ggas was before (woo)
dirty n_ggas sleepin’ on your mama’s floor (woo)
f_ck a rollie, get you n_ggas michael kors (ooooh!)
b_tch made, y’all the groupies on the tour
we the shooters with the shooters
yeah the one the shooters call
f_ck an uber, hit you off the scooter
my youngins got maneuvers to hit you above right next to cooter
you don’t like me n_gga
well that’s fine just get in line
wait your turn up, see n_gga, i waited mine
i was never the hater before they made it, congratulated
love to see you n_ggas get to the paper, glad you made it
when my name pop up, it ain’t the same ’bout us
one thing remained the same is nothing changed ’bout us
they try to box me out, i david blaine that stuff
see, once your name’s on it, b_tch you’ve gotta claim that stuff
even if they ain’t say you lame, they don’t complain ’bout us (strip)
look, i been the type to just say what i feel
n_ggas feel some type of way, bring them feelings to the field
bet they know about me, but what we know about you?
if i sneeze a n_gga squeeze don’t make me go “achoo!”
i advise you, do not be the n_gga they lie to
cuz sh_t be all pretty, then a n_gga just rob loot
lost boys, we pop ’em, then we toss toys
try to x5 them n_ggas, just a crosstour
we at the lot, tryin’ to pick ’em with caution
cuz queens n_gga, we don’t do too well with portions
of course it’s the n_gga that be p_ssin’ them off
they don’t love you ’til a n_gga’s stififn’ them all
they applaud you even when you hittin’ them all
then tell the whole world that you p_ssy ain’t soft
you know the n_ggas they never had, never wanted you to have
used to be mobb deep, n_ggas never knew to have
40 to marcy, jamaica up to myrtle ave
turn up your radio, cuz this is real murder rap
f_ck all the murder rats, n_ggas are really murder cats
welcome to mondo, this where you get your burger wrapped
i’m certified as ever you heard if i done k!ll or say the realest sh_t
victim owners, they god fiat
don vito corleone, .40s don’t make a motion picture
whenever that .40 all he drawn
it’s blood and bones when i spit that n_gga
this ain’t no netflix and chill, time to kick back, n_gga
yo, b_tch, open up my presents, you don’t get that n_gga
wait ’til the morning, i’ma sit at home, gift wrap n_gga
look, call me santa on my french montana
i’ll be running through these industry hoes, pardon my grammar
i’m such a distraction from your reaction, i’m what they lackin’
ain’t never show me no love, watch your compassion
these n_ggas be talkin’ just to be talkin’
i just keep quiet just to be awkward
i keep running ahead just to be cautious
you better get you some bread since you so nauseous
all you instagram quoters, facebook philosophers
forty eight laws of who’s writing this garbage up
i ain’t got no fans, i’m just here to make this music
and you ain’t gotta press play to it
but don’t wait ’til i’m dead to give me cred, n_gga
don’t wait ’til i’m gone to sing these songs
it’s more snakes in the barn than on a farm
so i clean my house before i’m mowin’ the lawn
i don’t like too many n_ggas around me anyway
i’d rather go on tour with my family any day
f_ck a porsche, i’d rather the camry anyway
if the foreign gon’ make me a foreigner, well i stay
no, not where i used to
number done change like sudoku
i reply to the text, who you?
n_gga, who this?
f_ck you get this number
i text like dame dash, yo, state prop one
and you don’t know me, you knew me
n_gga, this be the new me
yeah, i’m trying to be a god, they still trying to be goonies
we ain’t cut from the same cloth, this sh_t ain’t in loomies (huh!)
it’s handmade off the fabric of huey
too advanced for these n_ggas, i’m way ahead of my time
i spit back off the skip back, that’s pressin’ rewind
i broke the floor on these holes after this hoe was designed
you n_ggas rich off attention, well, i pay you no mind
pray to the skies, they wait my demise, summertime fly
who am i? the n_gga that quit and left out to dry
while i ride, all of this a surprise, look how they got me
sh_t, back from the dead, cleaner than oxi
these g_y n_ggas in glitter, liberace
n_gga, you can’t do versace or huaraches
no that’s not saucy, n_gga, that’s not bossy
and somewhere down the line, these thugs, they got lost there
trying to find a new way back but it got costly
whenever you get to talkin’, don’t moan, speak bossy
oh, just keep off me, cuz we ain’t gotta act like
we brothers or something from different mothers or something
because we from the same spot don’t mean we f_ck with each other
you know the awkward vibe?
when you don’t offer files?
when you don’t want to be cool but you don’t want to be cruel?
so you hit the head and nod like ain’t they smooth
that’s how it be or it’s just me
then you ain’t really outside
you ig n_ggas know how to hide
we know the pros and cons of all the frozen arms
of all the n_ggas with rollies that’s gettin’ rolled on
see, i’ma mind my business
yeah, this sh_t is guinness
you could believe it or not or just receive it in plot
break out your plans, n_gga, be a man
cuz all these n_ggas you under, they don’t understand
i’m prime example, got these n_ggas that spit
all this family sh_t ain’t get a whole lot of bread
don’t get the family high, you know this song and all the right from wrong
look, i ain’t askin’ for sh_t, now that i’ve got it, n_gga
suck my d_ck! how’s we supposed to be cool?
cuz you postin’ me fool
i kept them wolves off your ass
you was posed to be food
you know the trouble i spit
it be the trouble i get, or we can handle it
we be on demand with this sh_t
i sat back for too long watchin’ you n_ggas be g_y
the real n_ggas diminish all the fake n_ggas’ praise
n_gga, i’m southside born, 40 project raised
one thing i can say, this ain’t back in the days
they ain’t who they post, they all doin’ the most
they all aim with them fingers, n0body’s prayin’ ,no toast
i’m like ooohh, i don’t wanna lose it
but they some n_ggas like fab, i’ma still prove it
that i can still spit like the real kiss
this the real ‘vic, i’m on
gone!

- mone corleone

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