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royce da 5'9'' - thou shall كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: royce da 5’9″]
thou shalt not f_ck with detroit and me
never owned a coogi, ford truck, or a pair of them gator mauris
please hold your applause for these parables and stories
give all praise to allah, to god be the glory
my papa raised me like i’m a dog with rabies
playin’ “da ha da ha” in the dropped mercedes
ridin’ with the chopper daily
pupils dilated like i’m sada baby
nozzle on that gun larger than the one on that gaga lady
play with my time like i’m a playful don
my arm comes out the car, my window down like i’m tryna borrow some grey poupon
first these b_tches love it, then they hate it, then they hate to love it
i’m straight with publishin’, i don’t care if the radio station’s stubborn
y’all haters busters, i’m david ruffin
it’ll take me nothin’ to put your life on a dollar menu right there by the egg mcm_ffin
while these boys orderin’ shots, snortin’ rocks, and importin’ thots
i’m floatin’ with forty knots, to the bag like i’m a border cop
any artist in hip_hop f_ck with nickel stock, sure to drop
especially if he russel wilson, good guy, sorta pop
you sure to die, pallbearers bring flowers, he’s mortified
me and porter got the same stayin’ power that h__rders got
whoever superman, i got kryptonite in these hands
but i’d rather soup_a_man, leave you liquified with these cans
i don’t care if you rap n_ggas is trendin’ topic, your sh_t is garbage
you couldn’t make a classic out of that trash if you had brenda drop it
you at the rental car spot enterprise while i’m enterprisin’
i don’t cop my whips without coppin’ rims and a body kit and my tint is darkened
closest i’ma probably get to window shoppin’

[break]
alright, we’re gonna try a new sound

[verse 2: kid vishis]
uh, yeah, yeah (alright, we’re gonna try a new sound)
say goodbye to the good guy
i hotboxed on your block and i got the whole hood high
you know who all the dead n_ggas is, they tryna look live
instagram post bank accounts, it wouldn’t look right
your favorite rapper’s sweet, you look up to geeks
i wanna flip the world upside down and make all you n_ggas look up to the streets
i don’t believe none of you frail n_ggas
a man should never be described as petite
i don’t wait when it’s war, i’m on some now sh_t
leave your mama prayin’ over beef, i halal sh_t
all these foul styles goin’ ’round and y’all allow it
no sk!ll required, the game’s overcrowded
so when a rapper say he can spit now, i doubt it
you could listen to future but just know who the now is
i get to share a stage with nickel nine, that’s crazy
we on tour with eminem, baby, that’s shady
room full of naked chicks, surrounded by p_ssy
’cause i rap amazin’, you at the crib hatin’
with your kittens, lookin’ like the weird cat lady
trippin’ watchin xvids while i’m with your ex_b_tch, ’til i’m restless
don’t want me to send goons to investigate, they fold n_ggas
and believe me, it’s hard to find a coffin that’s pretzel_shaped
when goin’ to the special place
say an extra grace, black men in america ain’t just slaves
long as the queen don’t need nothin’ for [?][3:02] a seven
while i’m still buildin’ credit outta debt
i know where i’m headed, i don’t need the reverend
royce gave me access to the lab, i got the key to heaven

- royce da 59

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