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paris - record label hater كلمات الأغنية

verse 1:
now what would you do if i blast
all up in your sh-t mother f-ck the whole staff
n-gg-s non flow nine millimeter? sh-t than slug?
i’m seeing bl–dy bodies on the motherf-cking rug
6 o’clock be the time if it’s on let it be
you see it in my eyes riding through h-lla deep sea
b-tch you ain’t gone do me like you did the lenchmob
i’m decorated in this game i played too motherf-cking long
now i ain’t gotta name n-body name
all i’m knowing is the whole f-cking roster is complaining
talking ’bout these white boys trying to do promotions
and white b-tches trying to get f-ck by these soldiers
talking wit that slang like you down but now hold on
seen that -ss enough to get your devil -ss stoled on
f-cking wit the wrong n-gg-, playing wit my cash
i’m known for putting devils on they motherf-cking back
blast through the front door, what the f-ck, i’m ‘posed to talk
f-ck court, i’ll be a dead n-gg- ‘fore you walk
blaow, now the nine had no motherf-ckng mercy
so who the s-xy n-gg-, b-tch, record label murder

chorus: (girl sings in background: record label murder… that n-gg-? is serious, better have a n-gg- money, or next time your? pay?…)
now we fit to start some sh-t
motherf-cker shoulda quit
out for each and every dime, seem like every time
i turn around, some jacky motherf-cker trying to take what’s mine
got the whole f-cking clique
now we fit to start some sh-t
got these n-gg-s out the zoo for the job
bow down or motherf-cker you can die when we start robbing

verse 2:
so many times i’ve seen these n-gg-s f-cked up out they chips
’cause they didn’t know the game, only making 10 percent
dealing wit these f-cking jews, now you losing everytime
how many (girl sings in background: the county line) platinum n-gg-s standing in the county line
make you want to get your brick and sn-tch his -ss up out the car
baby renegotiate, f-cking wit them scars
now you asking who i’m talking ’bout, homie you could pick
this whole industry got n-gg-s’ sh-t on whitey d-ck
and now, since i’m a soldier known to speak my f-cking mind
i’ma put you up on game everytime i start to rhyme
f-ck that devil, get your own man, learn about some sh-t
or be another broke n-gg- telling what he did
and now i think you know that i really gives a f-ck
fear no evil cause i’m god let that the devil try his luck
last man standing up for the truth, say you heard it
these players getting played homie, record label murder

chorus

- paris

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