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rob liberachi - maestro كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
n-ggas know i’m all about the time like a colon
i be rolling how i hit the pin n-ggas think i’m bowling
i be trolling with the money different colors pockets swollen
up the pole and have these n-ggas singing like they kelly rowland
i be talking money n-ggas think i’m speaking latin
how my bro was punching up them cards call him ricky hatton
i can get your brother aired out just like a tire flattened
that’s cause when it come to plays man the kid john madden
now how you got the game on lock when i got the key
give your dog a collar i be itching got a money flea
and his wifey on me she be sweeter than some honey tea
but she ain’t gotta be and for that she might just see a d
like that stupid movie man i swear your chicken little
x you out like malcom cause i swear you always in the middle
of the gr-ss you slither in these n-ggas call you tom riddle
when they round all they do is sssss something like a skittle
how i’m smoking rappers you can call me wiz khalifa
and they know my music dope they think i’m smoking reefer
ain’t about to kick it with you n-ggas we ain’t playing fifa
group of squares with your circle in it that’s a box of pizza
i need a doctor when i’m spitting think i got the plague
you just a cop sending shots that’s a 12 gauge
my lyrics burning all these n-ggas like a leaf of sage
the way these n-ggas acting might just put you on the stage
n-ggas know i been had paper they can’t take it from me
got that paper wrapped around me now you thinking i’m a mummy
stupid dummy yeah i got that bread up and it filled my tummy
it was yummy wore my brother clothes sick of dressing bummy
i was crummy till i got the worm like a trolli gummy

[verse 2]
i can get through any defense with this wordplay
k!ll the game and then i make it rise up on the third day
bro got all them sticks i swear he living where a bird lay
playing soccer with these thots i kick you to the curb bae
this girly white and black just like piano keys
i just threw my brother dough like he ain’t have no cheese
n-ggas talking all this cali but can’t handle trees
really asking for my dollars i can’t hand out these
kkk buffalos boy i need a rally
set this n-gga state on fire like a smoked a zip of cali
how come when i ball you asking why like i’m wearing bally
i can teach you how to make a grand like i teach at valley
i can catch her eye from three different angles like illuminati
call me gotti shout out bg maserati
man your girl a stupid thotty ran a train just like a potty
pipe her out rowdy roddy spread that money like a shotty
favorite color white these n-ggas really think i’m racist
see they faces feel like tay k dusting n-ggas in these races
hold the green like vases i got bars like i’m giving sp-ces
finna say my grace it’s easy k!lling rappers caught some cases
do this music by my lonely r.i.p. to speaker knockerz
17 in school had to serve that cali out some lockers
and they way i get the sack you better get new blockers
i swear these n-ggas corns they some orville redenbachers
i don’t really like this song but imma keep on going
you might like it and i don’t but imma keep on flowing
and i bet you that music it’s gone keep on growing

[verse 3]
bunch of grammys n-gga that’s the golden fate
catch a play like golden tate shoot you like it’s golden state
the last part the golden gate i’m eating off a golden plate
1/29 the golden date i’m cleaner than a golden slate
n-ggas sleeping on me but i’m not a futon
got the green salad and the bread that’s a crouton
knew this tall light skinned n-gga name was suton
school uniforms looking like we put a suit on
4,000 in my pocket do the math two ton
lost so much money over time trying to sue time (aye you running out of time)
shut up engineer i’m trying to think of a new rhyme
gimme 10,000 all blues that’s a blue dime
n-ggas saving thots like they came with a coupon
man she ran through like her coochie on groupon
if you deny the next thing i say n-gga you lying
he a girl dressing like a n-gga call him mulan
you just trying to be somebody son call you buuhan
oops i mean majin buu when he got gohan
need them parent trap straps call them lindsay lohan
pockets fatter than them n-ggas that be on the o line
put the 9 to his back rajon rondon
rappers gunning for mine
but these n-ggas know i eat these rappers like they wonton

[outro: og]
“my n-gga what? alright, i don’t know what you were really going on about. i don’t think n0body knows what you were just going on about. so uh…we’re gonna move and lets just. wow that was weird lets just get to the next question.”

- rob liberachi

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