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squeegie o - cuban linx كلمات الأغنية

teller banks:
ayo
woop
yo
might not do any more interviews
n_ggas all talk like an interlude
i’ma switch for the plugs that means we in the loop
that’s a circuit my man workin the intervals
you know i been a fool
set up the plate for the beneful
i’m talkin dog food
i got some war wounds
them n_ggas called tools
we ain’t in to those this flow need a winter coat
i ain’t even checkin score i know we winnin though
set up the same for the pick and roll
as a ye nigaro way to be aimin low
magazines mega hold centerfolds
chopper singing likе figaro
i got the missin tho my n_gga so its a go
ima go get it my n_gga
no matter no n_gga not feelin thе vision
no fear in the friction
don’t want no collisions
we leave em twisted and twitchin
i been twitchin and itchin
just waitin and wishin
to pull it and paint me a picture
(hook)

ayo
ya’ll keep the bullsh_t in last year
we givin them gems raw thoughts wrapped in cashmere
politic thoughts
only built for the cuban linx n_ggas
mitch green dreams of havin cream pushin g 6’s
ya’ll keep the bullsh_t in last year
we givin them gems raw thoughts wrapped in cashmere
politic thoughts
only built for the cuban linx n_ggas
mitch green dreams of havin cream pushin g 6’s

squeegie o:
overthinking my thought process on how i could convert rhymes to dimes without taintin the food for the soul’s digest
remaining true to my old views
my minds open and worldy so praises to the masters you serve to
walk the underground railroad
i’m harriet’s seed
only child solo dolo when i ran thru the streets
i’m rain man wiggle my hand’s and start to chant on a beat
ya’ll n_ggas handlin beef on a barbecue grill with ya hand’s on ya meat
they want me dead like i was epstein’s b_tch
cause i got the power to k!ll em off a empty clip
i’m the god
death to those who say he dare to exist
and those who fear me and live say my bite’s vicious from what it appears
i’m level 7 way ahead of my peers
b_tch i’m goku finishin n_ggas on and off protools
set em on fire they crispy critters my victims don’t have a minute to breathe
giving poison to these simple rhythms
(hook)

clip from the dark knight

- squeegie o

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