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nter – snoe fall كلمات اغاني

intro:
can’t wait ’till i see nter
my neck his blade gon’ _
“can’t wait ’till i run into _
his neck my blade gon’ enter”
oi
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verse:
lad f_ck all your rap beef
your crew do not clap heat
hold tight in back seats
and dropped off on back streets
leave you to crack fiends
i really f_ck with gang chiefs
two brand new handguns
i really wanna bang these
snoee snoee badman
please come out to play
i got that .38 special that will blow you away
this back_and_forth sh_t like who gets the last laugh
i’ll leave a hole in your head the same size as your ass
you grew up out in bondi
my plug was a jew
stashing kegs up in synagogues
and shooters in the boot
i wouldn’t diss baby girl, baby girl kinda cutе
got the cherry red lips, with thеm knee_high boots
the same colour as my whip
the same colour as a polish
i’m 21 savage put a blade to your forehead
now you’re talking on my mother
and dissing on the dead
you had a d_ck in your ass with nuts banging on your legs
the whole 10 years, wasn’t down from the jump
only bangin’ in the last year of it cuz
you ain’t s2f then you ain’t s2f
how you talking gang with some s_m_n on your breath?
see i was in the dark cuz, watching from the shadows
you wanna get gutter?
take a walk down these gallows
yeah my mum’s a junkie and she died from shooting up
you see i grew up in the trenches and you ain’t from the slums
now lets tell the truth about all your little lies
‘coz you might’ve done a brick but that was for s_x_crimes
i kept my mouth shut cuz
i never said nothing
and now you call for war cuz so f_ck i pushed the b_tton
that night you got jumped cuz i wasn’t in the state
i was in burn_city trap weighing plates
going interstate with a bag full of weight
i mix the powder with the dough cuz i’m tryna flip the cakes
i seen you at the station and we had the little talk about the drama it will bring and the beef that was brought
and then we shook hands cuz the beef was all sort
you must’ve smoked the ice cuz
you must’ve been distraught
but don’t shoot the messenger you know i come correct
stand_up man like your bloke when he’s erect
dad walked out to a step_mum who’s white
you went to live there and had that private school life
grew up down the beaches cuz you ain’t from the block
only time you went down there was to score the rock
i’m two minutes in, i’m thinking should i stop?
apply a bit of pressure, put a collar on this dog
lying to your fans about the crimes that you did lad
you never robbed no pubs cuz your stories all sh_t
blood juice on your pants like my girl won’t know
well you must’ve missed the live about you h0m_
see i grew up in the street cuz i’m really from the trenches
walk in any hood cuz and that’s without question
i’m tryna make it out and you’re tryna make it into a place you’re not from
what’s a peasant to a king
i let the blam ah bling
i put the bl!ckie’s on your block
dirty desert with the eagles keep some rounds in my flock
you flopped from the start, you never had no heart
been a bum since a kid, scabbin’ smokes in the park
you can’t go to war lad you ain’t about that
strap all black with the red beam attached
little g_y boy cried tears in the closet
your girl flew to melbourne that night and you lost it
leaving voicemails like “i’ma k!ll myself, i swear i’m not g_y babe, i might k!ll myself”
in your film clip, you’re with a well_known snitch
30 dollars for your watch, like your sh_t got bling
a hundred grand from this rap invest it back through the trap
congratulate yourself, the first f_g in aus rap
you’re on a podcast, you’re tryna justify your lies
you took a d_ck in your ass for a few points of ice
next time you wanna step cuz you better come correct
there’s no dirt on my name, there’s no marks on my rep
23 years lad my mum’s long gone, and now i pray for death on your first newborn
at war with your words, i’m at war with the turf
like everything i say cuzzy hits you where it hurts
like i’ma sit back cuz and let you run your mouth
you must have forgot how we do it down south
pull up to your house, let off a couple rounds
wait for you to come out and put you in the ground
mob ties cuz, i ain’t talking ’bout the koori’s
i’m talking ’bout black suits, the ones you see in movies
dog

- nter

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