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nitin randhawa – costa rica (nitin randhawa remix) كلمات اغاني

[intro: 21 savage & offset]
(pyrex whippa)
(pyrex)
(nitin randhawa)
(you are watching a master at work)
(nitin randhawa)

[verse 1: reese laflare]
i got big dreams so my watch got a big face (big dreams)
girls gettin’ mixy like a motherf_ckin’ mixtape (i’m tellin’ ya)
smellin’ like money and i’m lookin’ like s_x (big racks)
i’m outside for real with the slimes and the slatts (slatt)
n_gga ride wave, then the n_gga get taxed (hey)
fendi snowpants and i fill ’em up with racks
they all ball cap, and this all facts (big facts)
no, i don’t relax and i don’t lack

[verse 2: bas & guapdad 4000]
demons, they follow me deep in the dark
n_ggas got problems with being a boss
we ain’t been home but we hear all the talkin’
hit ’em with hollows and clean ’em with salt
salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler
frozen like i gave my heart to my jeweler
told him to make a new piece out of this
ever since, i just can’t give no f_ck ’bout no b_tch (it’s a check)
[chorus: guapdad 4000]
baby (yeah), had to bustdown on the ap (ap), yeah
baby (yeah), ain’t no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah
i got fans in costa rica (fans), i got bands in costa rica (big bands)
(joyner)
i got fans in costa rica (big fans) (awwww sh_t, joyner), i got bands in costa rica

[verse 3: joyner lucas]
all you new rappers don’t be talkin’ ’bout sh_t except doin’ drugs
wonder how you got a name (d_mn)
sippin’ lean, takin’ e, percocets, purple drank, xanax, everything sound the same, f_ck
bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain (woo)
hope you n_ggas suffer til you pop a vein, yeah
this sh_t made your mother wanna ovulate, yeah
this sh_t make conductors wanna stop a train
gucci, fendi, louis, prada, dolce (dolce)
back when i was broke and no one know me (woah)
i couldn’t afford it and now that i got the money
i don’t even want this sh_t ’cause it ain’t for me (joyner)
i always been myself, you don’t know me (woah)
yeah i was so depressed, i was lonely
the man on the horse, all i had was ralph lauren
then i went and signed a deal and bought a pony (woah)
yeah i’m taking it back and then i’m smacking you b_tches and laughing
and i’m k!lling them, hacking them, and sending your body right back to them
you wonder what’s happening
i’m flipping new syllables, acronyms
i guess i’ma practice it
you f_ckers are f_cking embarrassing (pow pow)
you ain’t gonna be happy when i’m on top and i’m gonna be popping
all of you gonna be dropping like birds dropping all on your conscious
all you n_ggas are watchin i’m spittin’, slap all on your coffin, r.i.p
you lost and you f_ckas sleepin’ you’re pillow talkin’ (pow pow pow pow)
and you dream all day, that’s per year (per year)
all you ho n_ggas leave your purse here (purse here)
i am your favorite rapper’s worst fear (why?)
raised in the mud crying, dirt tears (woah)
just a bunch of kids in the high chair
couldn’t get a buzz even if you had lightyear
wouldn’t get no love even if your heart’s right here
n_ggas got guns so n0body want to fight fair, no
hit ’em with the ric flair and the suplex
i ain’t never been scared, b_tch, i’m ruthless (woo)
raised by the ghetto
know some gangs that’ll get ’em
split ’em right down the middle like a f_ckin’ duplex
break a n_gga toes, make ’em do the two_step
crib full of hoes, now i feel like hugh hef
got a bad stripper b_tch, all we do is have s_x
and she love suckin’ d_ck so i call her loose neck (woah)
makin’ a panic with my sh_t and i’m flippin’ up banisters
i’m ready to handle and dismantle and crush and vanish
i hit ’em and send ’em into walls, then i got’ em enchanted
then my f_ckin hands that holdin the hammer bangin’ and slammin’
k!llin’ ’em in the ambulance, they dyin’, they bleedin’, they tremblin’
i’m really sick and i got a stiff as a f_ckin’ mannequin
i paint a picture a picasso vision, all on my cellophane
i got ’em swingin’ they on my d_ck and grabbin my pants again
now, uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco (cinco)
i ain’t spanish but i know the lingo (lingo)
atlantic told me that my flow a hundred
but my album ain’t come unless i got a f_ckin’ single
well i don’t give a f_ck about no hit record
i’ma just remix y’all sh_t and get big off it
i’ma just murder every mother f_cking beat while i’m dreaming of gettin’ paid in my mother f_ckin’ sleep, godd_mn
[chorus: guapdad 4000]
baby (yeah), had to bustdown on the ap (ap), yeah
baby (yeah), ain’t no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah
i got fans in costa rica (fans), i got bands in costa rica (big bands)
i got fans in costa rica (big fans), i got bands in costa rica

[verse 4: jace]
i got the mike jack’ nose, just before the vitiligo
norman bates with the eights, i’ma go psycho
laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle
feel like rihanna, b_tches go wherever i go
go against the grain like i’m battlin’ the silo
i’m going out west like i’m motherf_ckin’ fievel
lebron in the finals, motherf_ckin’ five_oh
n_gga bettin’ under 5’4″, h_ll if i know

[verse 5: mez & guapdad 4000]
n_ggas got me tight like arthur’s fist and sh_t
like i’m not an arsonist and sh_t
not a n_gga that you wanna argue with
’cause then you f_cking with your future like larsa pippen, sh_t
boy, i’m like a barber with this sh_t
you get out the chair, you get in the chair
the things in the mirror, the way they appear
you look to the rear, my n_ggas is near, my n_ggas revered
you f_ckin’ with mez, you f_ckin’ with heirs, n_gga (it’s a check)
[chorus: guapdad 4000]
baby (yeah), had to bustdown on the ap (ap), yeah
baby (yeah), ain’t no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah
i got fans in costa rica (fans), i got bands in costa rica (big bands)
i got fans in costa rica (big fans), i got bands in costa rica

[verse 6: j. cole]
f_ck a album release party, i’m out in the streets, shawty
how many rappers i k!lled—counted at least forty
nah, i ain’t god, but shawty down on her knees for me
i’m h_rny like that coltrane album
a love supreme, that’s cole fave album
lately, i’ve been dancing like a soul train album lately
silly making songs talkin’ ’bout how they hate me
they’ve been loving me this whole time
my only adversary was my own mind
k!lled my ego now i’m snappin’ like it’s ’09
with a gold mine of inspiration for y’all
f_ck your co_sign, that n_gga can’t f_ck with cole neither
don’t ask for a feature, we bring a whole liter of ether
to eat ya, we got heat for n_ggas, keep reachin’
if these bullets was heat_seeking
they wouldn’t even reach you n_ggas
i’m on my…

[verse 7: kendrick lamar]
and we don’t stress
a .38 ’til it free your chest
then pp on the po’s desk
i’m jay_z in a blow out press
relate me to your blowout’s best
can’t hate me, i’m remote you’re deaf
i’m hd, causin’ photo theft
my ac antifreeze gotta—that part
hold your breath, i’m 8 feet when i hold this tec
protect me from the local threats
my id say my eye don’t rest
my iv qualify t_rex
society kept my iq vexed
denyin’ me from an ivy school
applyin’ me to the street i slept
i quietly had to hold this tool
reminding me of the block i repped
the turf i stepped, the church and the earth i blessed
the first i guessed the alert was the murk i chef
that he_rs_ the flirt with perks of a k!ll confessed
dispersed the worst, the first 48 addressed
the search of laws and verse of the birth i nest
the—uh, the awe, the curse of a pose in zest
the good, the flaws, the pain to reverse what’s left, uh

[chorus: guapdad 4000]
baby (yeah), had to bustdown on the ap (ap), yeah
baby (yeah), ain’t no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah
i got fans in costa rica (fans), i got bands in costa rica (big bands)
i got fans in costa rica (big fans), i got bands in costa rica

[verse 8: logic]
shout_out to the bobby soxer girls that just love the flow
chillin out late night with the weed lit blunt split and the paper rolled
rattpack smoking loudpack yeah they ’bout that
haters talking sh_t yeah i never doubt that
with the gps flow we re_route that
road to riches we be ’bout that
getting money like oprah
fryin’ motherf_ckers like okra
put your l up if you be a smoker
full_time toker
everything i got that’s what i’m given no division till it’s over
sleeping on the young sinatra like a sedative
now they on a brother’s d_ck, so repetitive
and they wonder why, and they wonder why
and they wonder why, and they wonder why
(you are watching a master at work)

[verse 9: smokepurpp]
i got balled up hundreds in my pocket (hundreds)
diamonds on me water like a faucet (yeah, flash)
got a lot of bands in costa rica
lot of hoes in costa rica (uh), got a passport in my pocket (yeah)
and i flew with the stick, it’s a rocket (uh)
forty_five on me, sh_t hot like a pocket (doo_doo)
you ain’t talkin’ money, it’s nonsense (yeah)
got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit

[verse 10: jid & guapdad 4000]
top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy_bye
jiddy, i’m like a jedi
mind tricks live inside of your head, i
devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye
or sh_t, i be high, i forget
shawty said i be wildin’ and trippin’ when i’m on a l!ck
score a penny or twenty, i’m dominique wilkins and sh_t
really i flew to costa rica with an ap
at the airport, this girl ask me, “hey, are you swae lee?”
wow (it’s a check)

[verse 11: mac miller]
yeah, i made a couple million off rap like it’s nothin’
keep the sh_t quiet, i don’t stunt too much
she could f_ck me, she don’t give it up too much
drink liquor like water, gettin’ drunk too much, i
i was off them drugs too much
in the crib f_ckin’ all these little sl_ts too much
how it is when you young, blowin’ up too much
talkin’ sh_t, but i know that you ain’t up to much
man, i been workin’, said i’m the greatest
now that i’m certain, benzo the latest
drunk and i’m swervin’, i’m goin’ ape_sh_t on all of my verses
f_ck bein’ famous, i’m here to f_ck up your favorite
lately i’m hearin’ too much of the same sh_t
young and i’m faded, k!llin’ sh_t, bury it under my bas_m_nt
(shut your m_th_rf_ckin mouth b_tch)

[verse 12: buddy & ski mask the slump god]
suffering succotash
she think it’s all puddycat but, h_ll, i ain’t even mad
i started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass
she had a little one, it really wasn’t nothin’ to grab, i did it anyway
n_gga, i’m a bag
comin’ down the 91, flyin’, doin’ the dash
we goin’ in today (ayy)
and i been writing my ass off, ernest hemingway (b_tch)
i ain’t got sh_t else to say

[verse 13: ski mask the slump god & guapdad 4000]
i got too much sk!lls
i flow like the water, so surprised i did not grow gills
and i am your father like you was luke skywalker
and i conquer and let it burn like usher’s perm and k!ll confirmed
you look concerned, respect is earned, uh
you really be in it, b, gotta be kiddin’ me, uh
you really be sickenin’, i got the remedy, uh
i’m feelin’ like goku, b_tch, i need your energy, uh
um, okay, huh, goin’ on a date with an ak, huh (yup)
ayy, okay, goin’ on a date with an ak, ayy (it’s a check)

- nitin randhawa

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