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ola runt - alien isolation (wave creator) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
i told matt with these beats, he like slim shady

[verse 1]
i feel like mitch when they took sunny
put the knife up in my stick, then i start huntin’
i’m in new york with my fire like it’s new orleans
i feel like kobe, when i die, went just like jordan
i’m in the trap, jokes up, sippin’ quali when we toast up
i went the block and i post it
time of the game and i came back and coached it
real street n_gga, want me to host it
offside, hit that ball when it approach me
born to die, so i live in the moment
i’ma pop it whеn i see my opponent
went up top ’cause thеy want me to battle
bullet proof, so the window can’t shutter
re_up on chicken, my spot like its winter
you go to church, but i go to the temple
i go to wifey to get wi_fi
pop me two percs and get sky high
i signed a deal in dubai
goin’ shoppin’, got a shirt from madrid
cartier, see the skull through the lens
made a profit and put half on a benz
bitcoin, i got fifty percent
fishbowl, then i bought me some tint
bought a spot, then i paid off the rent
i used to trap at the bando, i used to sleep on the floor
find myself with the heat for the stove
i was broke, but i ain’t sellin’ my soul
valentino, chrome heart, robotic, push to start
audi ring, finger four, exotic thot from singapore
ain’t got no shirt on, but this b_tch i got from jersey shore
in my hood, i’m like dababy, two_four like stunna4
[chorus]
i told matt, with these beats, he like slim shady
pimpin’ hoes, might move to vegas
trap, but you just servin’ tables
real plug, you just servin’ waiters
real trendy, i’m the wave creator
real soft, i could serve you flavors
sell my lingo to a label
sellin’ dog like i breed
when i go like george floyd, i can’t breathe
i count my blessings all the time, so i can’t sneeze
i don’t never write no rhymes like i can’t read

[verse 2]
push the b_tton, flip phone
you crippin just ’cause nip gone
trickin’ ’cause that b_tch gone
opp because you snitched, homie
hidin’ because that diss song
you a sweet l!ck, get picked on
i’m from the bricks and the pots like i’m oj
i f_ck with the robbers, don’t f_ck with the rose
i f_ck with the barber, don’t f_ck with the pro jay
i f_ck with them glocks and i f_ck with them tecs
she said that she love me, just f_ck with my s_x
i bust down some diamonds and made some baguettes
you ain’t got no choice, i make b_tch bubblin’ like a tess
now she ain’t bread free, but she put a boy in a breast
got that ferragamo, no arrest
f_ck on a balcony, f_ck on a deck
where i do yoga, they findin’ them stretched
i keep a dog with me like the grinch
down in miami, we trap in the grits
smokin’ on flocka (and i f_ck with waka)

- ola runt

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