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royce da 59 - writers block كلمات الأغنية

(eminem)

yeah, yeah
i can’t think of nothin’
i’m stumped
here we go! (here we go! )

on your feet! (on your feet)
stand up! (stand up)
everybody, hands up! (hands up)
(uh, man, i dunno, man)
(everytime i go to think of something played out to say)
(you already said it)
(royce)

(royce da 5293)

i ain’t callin’ names ’cause all of y’all the same plus
i’m the king, all my past pain all done changed up
all these plains, all these lames, since the slaughter’s came up
’cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
n-gg-s be quick to call me the new 50 cent because of my relationship with marshall
used to make me a little partial, but here’s the brain f-ck
we the same, ’cause (same, ’cause)
i’m prolly ’bout to fall out with a young buck while i attempt to f-ck the f-ckin’ game up
b-tch, splat, only thing i fear in here is chit-chat
you are hearing bars like your ear against a kit kat
shady guys like the navy, drive, wavey bye-bye
maybe my glock can turn your top to baby’s maybach
my sh-t is powerful, literally sick, trust me, n-gg-
it’s ugly to kill a thing if the bigger i get
the more disgusting and f-ckin’ disfigured it gets
n-gg-s just want me to go pop, oh, stop
y’all about the champagne, i’m about the toast, i
only f-ck with mailmen with heroin from boca
n-gg-s that’ll smoke you while you starin’ in your postbox
only incense he enlightens when he’s thinkin’
while that sinks in, i got a brinks ink pen
i’m back, motherf-cker, notice the flyness on the cover
of the double-x-l, i’m back from the dead like tobey maguire from the brothers (the brothers)
how y’all realer? (how y’all realer?) if i said it, i did it
if i didn’t, i seen it first-hand like a car dealer
give up the throne, your lease up, i am the mona lisa
that decoded da vinci code, you throwin’ your piece up
is a waste of fake like a phony b-cup
n-gg-, the mistake was like my only teacher
wait ’til they get a load of me ’cause

i got guccis on my feet
diamonds on my neck
diamonds on my wrist
b-tches on my d-ck
but y’all already said that

choppers in the trunk
models in the front
bottles in the club
but i don’t give a f-ck
but y’all already said that

(eminem)

’cause sometimes i feel like it’s so hard
for me to come up with sh-tty to say (ayyy)
i’m at a loss for words ’cause y’all already said it all
i think i’m runnin’ out of cliches
i’m gettin’ writer’s block
royce

psyche!
when i stand up in this booth, n-gg-s notice it
sittin’ on the same boat that noah built
floatin’ on the same water moses split
poetry in motion, but we sittin’ on your grave site, overkill
aren’t you tired? why are you so loud? quiet!
real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin’ a new hybrid
you dudes is too excited
you a dude that’d try to sue a dude that’s suicidal
you will just be another victim
i am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, i’m a little twisted
i roll like the end credits in movies, y’all just got scripted
got y’all n-gg-s’ b-tches bobbin’ to this one when she witcha
when she wit’ me, she bobbin’, not vibin’
tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper
i’m a secret with a purpose, havin’ problems? not a problem
i’ve encountered, i have found elephants, lions, clowns
will jump through hoops like they workin’ for the circus
if the fire round the circle’s right in front of them, fire rounds
pun intended, blunt extended, what are you marks askin’?
car’s aston, started as a hard-top and i saw past it
since i decided to start cl-ss diss
all black, all gl-ss, panoramic roof been gettin’ marked absent
i authorize my own all-access
your b-tch a wh-r-, i’m a catch, she ball-catchin’
her jaw’s been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to j-pan
her p-ssy need to blocked and reported as spam
bong! and it’s dope up in this dope and i sell it
my voicemail is full, got b-tches screamin’ inside of envelopes
and they tryna mail ’em to me, tryna reach my phone
i don’t know which one is harder
tryna not to take your b-tch or tryna get rid of my own

i got guccis on my feet
diamonds on my neck
diamonds on my wrist
b-tches on my d-ck
but y’all already said that

choppers in the trunk
models in the front
bottles in the club
but i don’t give a f-ck
but y’all already said that

man, get the bozac
we need to start bringin’ that sh-t back (mad flava! )
man, f-ck it, i’m ’bout to catch some wreck (we in effect, money! )
mad props to royce for keepin’ it real
on the strength, no diggity
i’m ’bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on

haters get the gasface

- royce da 59

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