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original pete b - trophies (status raps) كلمات الأغنية

writing status raps won’t get you anywhere youngin’
no one in the real world cares how many likes that you got
hear my “go flow” hit when my mouth starts gunnin’
you were long done way before my hammer got c-cked
runnin’ my mind off the railing, cool my feet off, duce staley
see you snakes still watching, my dude, you scaley
t.a. of the rap game and dude you are failin’
sh-t hit the fan and my dudes went high tailin’
never dropped by, know the adress of my mailin’
words now leave ’em c-ckeyed, in my mind i am sailin’
you can tell i’m getting bread by the look of my loafers
started rapping better once i gave up the mix with soda
three times in first fourty seconds, went and switch the flow up
time i made a livin’, told my -ss i had to grow up
drop out of college, time for me to blow up
sneak in and burst out, now get the concept of a trojan

makin’ advances towards your girl and i’m far from near
i’m the type of dude she think about when she practice with the mirror
my bottle beer clear, tell you weak f-cks to listen
but all you do is hear, don’t understand what you fear
i’m just a man who made a plan and i’m still the one who’s weird?
was once like all my peers then i switched up my gears
chasing dreams i had for years, to my prosperity i will cheers
don’t want a call or text from any of you
before this you never cared
right?

pete b not giving a sh-t too much about that unapologetic, apocalyptic rap
type of sh-t they pause at awards when most people would clap
earnin’ money, burnin’ money, my girl booty need a slap
i mean more or less a pat
other artists is just quacks
integrity, creativity, intelligence is what they lack
holding on this art by a thread, not letting any slack out
not stopping til my house has a house, and that house has a guest house
behind on my rest now, stress on my chest ow
think you are the best now? you lesser than the rest now
your music sucks, but you are best dressed in the d-mn lounge
as if that even counts, are your -ssets in your bank account?
the people in my town make all feel like they just won’t amount
f-ck all y’all open your mouth, i’m about to come down
in a sp-ceship
what? y’all thinkin’ basic
get your mind out the gutter mine is in the f-ckin’ bas-m-nt
then its all up in the attic
my placement stayin’ at my moms is somethin’ of an addict
taught to work my -ss off for somethin’ til i have it
don’t hear the haters blabber i’m just makin moves that matter
want rib-eye? i’ll present it to your -ss upon a platter
if you talkin’ sh-t i’m flattered
that just means i made an influence
on your face that egg is splattered
i’m done, my goodness

pete b, i’ve done my goodness
i’ve done my goodness
right?

writing status raps won’t get you anywhere youngin’
said, writing status raps won’t get you anywhere youngin’
no one in the real world cares how many likes that you got
pete b

- original pete b

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