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nyamekathedrvgn - jackass [pittsburg drvgn jacked edition] كلمات الأغنية

-clears throat-
[tell em it’s the, drvgn]

i’m a real pueblo the indian
bag a b-tch by the dozen
blow her back and then break her friend
my n-gga, it’s tax time
i’m f-cking on fat hoes
she getting her protein
i’m fresher than trader joe’s
of course i blow smoke
of course i sip that
i’m claustrophobic, all i do is kick backs
i’m on to the next thing, a n-gga say i do too much
well f-ck you and ya potna, ya’ll caught in the dust
and i’ve been tough on my luck, and top of the game
i’ve played it from both sides, and lately i’ve been craving a change
i switch lanes like a fake n-gga switch face
had yo’ big sis on her knees like she saying her grace
i’m in the p a familiar place
out of cheese looking for another geek n-gga window to break
ya got bands, the band need friends, we might take
posting up all them pics, / put this piece to your face
i got bars to bless, godd-mn a n-gga pressed
the cl!ck-clack / knock a n-gga dead in the chest
you ready to rest?
/ spray that vest, you wanna bet?
‘nother day another f-ck n-gga reppin’ a set
she only on me ’cause i’m harder to get
finna be feeling lonely, i’m ’bout to empty out her guts and then dip
put in work baby moving ya hips
i got a stick she l!ck, then get flipped
i be hitting the switch
her back arch, i just put in the tip
and i ain’t even really in it
got her runnin’
now she making me slip

that n-gga mike like, “you don’t suck d-ck, b-tch you childish,”
catch me on the short bus, next to lil byron
i’m g-ssed up, i don’t give a f-ck about a n-gga
i don’t fear no man, and i don’t fear no hittas
and i be ready to shoot
“you telling the truth?”
/ put a dent in a n-gga grill, have him missing a tooth
a new pair, see em hanging his shoes
they got the highschool pics post crisp on the channel 2 news
i brought the heat, flow sharper than cleats
he probably hit the repeat
and play it back while he beating his meat
i’ve got the skeleton key, i’m in your sh-t
the violator
shaking sh-t up, i’m in your b-tch top drawer like a vibrator

[she wanna eat me like a now and later
my lil cousin got a trial later
i won’t be around later]

i got that chase to stack
no lace, / stay strapped
east bay / make a n-gga lay flat on his back-

[i’m from pittsburg, so quit trying me
i don’t give a f-ck who you tryna be]

i’ll be in the yoch on a wednesday
i got bottles of ink, and i’ll be pushing the tatts across bay

[pittsburg, so don’t lie to me]

i just want to know who shot chauncey, straight up

[don’t be playing, don’t be playing, don’t be playing
don’t play, we spray]-

- nyamekathedrvgn

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