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neapolitan – yakuza كلمات اغاني

fight

(verse 1: ka$haun)
n_ggas sweet like candied yams
too polite f_ck you ma’am, i’m the man
pop these n_ggas like a can, sh_t get dark just like a tan, she blow a n_gga like a fan
all white like the klan, never age like peter pan, ni hao, kai_lan
bury n_ggas in the sand, they sweet and salty auntie annes
calculate my moves like i’m playing chess, speaking hot sh_t say it with your chest
choppa make a mess, seasoned like a vet, curse these n_ggas like a mothеrf_ckin’ hex
and my team strong so we gotta flеx, burning holes in necks like a cigarette
cardiac the only way i’m getting rest, i’m shootin’ sh_t like i’m pressing x
like some pebbles you know how we rocking, so much bread on me buy the whole store when i’m shopping
aryeh put this sh_t in the speakers it’s knockin’, he cooked this sh_t up yeah he had to re_rock it
don’t get it twisted, me and my n_ggas is locked in, like we opened a soda this sh_t started poppin’
we got three flavors and i am the cherry on top, we gon’ blow up like pearl harbor when we drop
(verse 2: aryeh stone)
i put c3 in a popo bag to start wars, i slam heads in a porsche car doors
i push back to address y’all wh0res, i play fair to just even the scores
i tie necks with imbecile cords, i need rest to address y’all more
your new bars got the whole squad bored, i mean snore
like i’m really hard floored
i’m off the hinge just to break down doors, i need more to be passing the torch
f_ck the fame and f_ck the hype and f_ck the type of nightlife y’all pretend to like
f_ck your fam and f_ck your crew and if you not cool, mother f_cker, then it’s f_ck you too
f_ck your raps and f_ck the cap and matter of fact to those opposed, yeah it’s f_ck y’all back
you’re sh_t whack i’m talking straight_up bad, like it’s pathetic y’all’s brags are just blatantly trash
like it’s pathetic i don’t really wanna say it no more, i make a bag and then i go ahead and make me some more
i take the cash and then i f_cking go and bank out the store, i need breath in my chest just to handle my core
she top me off until my sh_t was numbing, i made the whole beat so you know that it’s thumpin’
you keep talking sh_t and you best get to clutching, you keep talking sh_t and we gon’ get to dumping

(verse 3: bonyon)
if jiddy dicaprio, i’m gatsby, the sh_t on my wrist ain’t brown, i’m too flashy
this all_white fit got k’s, i ain’t ashy, and i stay lit off tinder, you can’t match me
i’m way too clean you n_ggas trashy, if n_ggas want the smoke, my n_ggas know where the gats be
i been bodying beats i’m too nasty, i know i been the best, you n_ggas don’t gotta gas me
suite life f_cked a b_tch named ashley, i been actually f_ckin’ mad when y’all ask me who best from the east to the west
y’all try hard and i still do better with less, i’m on par, b_tch it’s not a contest, i drop bars, b_tch my pen my flex
i keep the pen on deck, this sh_t easy and i don’t get no stress
like throat cancer b_tch you trust i’m coming for neck, cut the check
and you best keep your eye open, i upgrade like a kaiyoken
all of my money multiply times ten, i keep the steel, b_tch i don’t bend
get out the mix, b_tch you don’t blend i hit the switch, make this glock extend
i ain’t gon’ lie, if you died i wouldn’t cry but i’d pretend
you can’t deny that i’m the man, i been solo like i’m kylo ren
like baby keem i avoid your trends
(verse 4: peace.godz)
cut sh_t like a katana, me and my n_ggas we monsters
samurai slice you’re daughter, shogun shotgun slugs to your collar
not no good fellas, yeah we mobsters
tommy gun singing like sinatra, slice your tongue out if you don’t speak proper
let them bullets loose like a choppa, g_check cops cause i wanna
oh where you from? go ahead drop ’em
no opps left, f_ck all the talking
tipping ain’t no option take his parents out put ’em up for adoption
no men left, n0body rocking
flaming fist of fury, no hotboxing
n0body stopping me, choppin’ the heads like a butcher, clean the blade then swerve the meat
take out his kneecaps, call that sh_t cheap
tony took that tactic from me, call me a wise guy cause i’m more than a g
sick of this sh_t, f_ck with my n_ggas get hit with this clip
no matter what end call it a stick, bullet hit his temple but we say that he tripped
keep it omertà we don’t talk about sh_t, open your mouth and i’m f_cking yo b_tch

- neapolitan

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