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okizona & rasta-babylonian - son of a gun كلمات الأغنية

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(okizona -verse 1)

i’m not a stranger to the danger
cause the danger is my day-job
got no monday morning feelings
say no litany of prayers
i’m a payee not a payer
may a seer never see me
i’m a doer to a seer
energetic eager-beaver
diplomatic double-dealer
automatics in the cellar
not a player of the cello
i’m just preaching to the choir
i’m the bravery in bravado
always lurking in the shadows
i’ll be lucky in the gallows
i’m a sumo to an atom
atom to a sumo
revolutions have an anthem
premonitions of a tampon
politicians in the city-hall
make it rain in the strip-club
music for the galaxy
no cacophony
muscle in the backstreet
dealer wants his money
see beauty in the ugly
silver-lining in my skyline
charades in the night-time
the days of my lifetime
cocoa plant very sacrosanct
casinos in the heart of town
the cathedral in my diocese is an albino in the scorching heat
visit to the heavens
singing missions of a moon-man
b-tches in my bedroom
i got bullets at my bedside
singing, history is a devil
time & sp-ce is forever
i shoot you with experience in a world full of illusion

(rasta-babylonian – hook)
spitting fire like the son of a gun
in america they’re feeling all our songs
au revoir to the bullsh-t, we gone
gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
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(rasta-babylonian -verse 2)
i told the chancellor it’s a new module
getting high and gaining fortunes
purple drank and purple circles
hennessy in black bottles
she licked my lollipop while i make it rain
we blew fast like the hurricane
tell the haters what a shame
play in stations like the video game
feel the action like jackie chan
catch a body just to win the game
i’m a wild beast and i’m very tame
we are working hard just to win again
bad b-tch she wants to meet again
i said oh no that’s my d-ck again
gangsters big guns
rastas big blunts
buy car big stunts
fast cars they’re furious

(rasta-babylonian – hook)
spitting fire like the son of a gun
in america they’re feeling all our songs
au revoir to the bullsh-t, we gone
gone, gone, gone ,gone , gone
gone, gone, gone ,gone , gone
gone, gone, gone ,gone , gone
gone, gone, gone ,gone , gone

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