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sean price - cardiac كلمات الأغنية

[sean price]
the first verse is the worst
like why the f-ck they call you jesus price, n-gg-?
and you curse in church
napoleon complex, n-gg-s earth your lurch
f-ck a hook, n-gg-, earth my turf
nah i mean, gave a pound of vile pork, beat malachai off
had to slap him in the face, with a ballantine cloth
silverback sean’s happy on songs, i ain’t dissing
just you m-th-f-ckas listening wrong, listen
c-ck diesel n-gg-s smoking on crack, tony atlas
flash forward flowing, ? you thelonious baskets?
i mastered the style and mastered the styles
i fight the fair one then blast a round wit the pound
sean is the best, ya’ll n-gg-s is the opposite, pa
shut the f-ck up, put a sock in it, pa, be quiet
i put a hole in ya hat, jesus price soul controller of rap, amen

[chorus: flood]
this that hard body sh-t, pump shotty sh-t
n-gg-s shooting the party up over a b-tch, sh-t
this that ignorant sh-t, n-gg-s pull a trigger, quick
this what ignorance is, yea fire and all this
if you dealing with bricks, then we gon’ take it
and if you dealing with chips, then we gon’ take it
but if you dealing wit tips, ma, then shake it
cuz my n-gg-s is in this b-tch, and that’s crazy

[buckshot]
it’s the five foot gorilla with the mind of a killa
killing every n-gg- in sight, murdered by ya mirror
ill reflections of protectin ya face
b-tches tucking in they necklace when i step in the place
n-gg-s acting like they hard, but they soft as jell-o
you can tell them n-gg-s p-ssy, when they walk by, h-llo
i know, i was scoping you, was hoping i fall
like a pair of over sized shorts, no, not at all
i’m not the one, but i got that two
and if you need me to add on more, i bring it through
cuz i got a trunk for n-gg-s who say they ain’t scared
go for your gun, i let my mac ten braid ya hair
with a little style, i call presto change-o
when the bullets in the chamber, i press it to change, yo
right back atcha, with the knife and bat atcha
better ask you could i smack you, if i didn’t, i was glad to

[ruste juxxe]
yeah, burn a good tree from the yard, then
juxxe make you lick shots pon de squad, then
i rock rock wit that bang bang boogie
stomp through hot blocks with that thang thang wit me
it’s all gravy and mashed potatoes, i smash haters
bust bullets, blast tazers, slash razors
say my rap sheet is longer than my wrap sheet
young n-gg-s ask me, rhyming to a rap beat
crack in the days of the eighties
produced alotta inner city hood crack babies
bird n-gg-s moving like a chicken with his throat slit
but i bet i lean ’em when i hit ’em wit this dope sh-t
never slip, slack off and blowing your back off
n-gg-s is wack soft, we throwing your track off
never got a pack off, f-ck the jack off
i’mma let the latch off and pop ya cap off

- sean price

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