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stalin majesty - fuck the world up كلمات الأغنية

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[intro]
(yo, yo, yo, yo, ayo)
day through i walk through the valley of the shadow of death
got my ‘tec and liquor on my breath (yo, stalin majesty)

[chorus 1]
i sit alone in this four corner room lightin’ up some candles (woah)
pistol fingers on a handle (woah)
empty bottles of jack daniels (woah, woah)
i sit alone in this four corner room lightin’ up some candles (woah)
eyes low don’t got a clear view (woah)
so i don’t see you i don’t hear you
young n-gg- just too much to handle

[verse 1]
9 all black, b-tch my eyes all black
my attire – f-ck your heart b-tch, cuz mines all black
b-o-t t-l-e, spend my time on that
“don’t watch me, watch tv”, keep your eyes on that
do you know just what you facin’?
in the bas-m-nt ammunition leave you layin’ where you stayin’ and they stay blazin’ jamaican
hoes and liquor, i’m not chasing
f-ck what the taste is, i just face it
got no patience for that fake sh-t
i be strayin’ from you lames, man

[verse 2]
the squad is an army, hoe – but watch all y’all get torn apart
commander of your army is a b-tch – joan of arc
i’m about to f-ck the world up a bit – noah’s ark
you wanna avoid my rap?
it would benefit you to know the god
f-ck being a customer
i’m hustlin’ the hustlers
i’m ducked off puff or somethin’
i’m blowin like a m-ffler
man y’all n-gg-s f-ckin’ up
the rap game i’ma f-ck it up
don’t like it?
then your luck is tough
got 3 words for you “suck it up”

[chorus 2]
i sit alone in this four corner room lightin’ up some candles (woah)
pistol fingers on a handle (woah)
empty bottles of jack daniels (woah, woah)
i sit alone in this four corner room lightin’ up some candles (woah)
eyes low don’t got a clear view (woah)
so i don’t see you i don’t hear you
young n-gg- just too much to handle

[verse 3]
i’m too lit for the bullsh-t
i’m too slick n-gg-s foolish
i’m rude and i’m a nuisance
i’m too slick gimme coochie
lemme find out where the loot is
my dude don’t try to loot me
keep a toolie when i’m cruisin’
i be shootin’ at your coofie

[verse 4]
i’m on some swisha splittin’ liquor sippin f-ckery
everyday be on that sh-t, hoe it ain’t no luxury
you not tryna let me hit? then i don’t need yo company
me and nina got you [?] that b-tch is stuck on me
yo wife wanna f-ck with me
i tell her “try your luck” but i can’t be her leg to stand on
i hope she got a crutch
my hands, plus that b-ss, do the math
i just got in touch with halves, then subtract her like an add
she kept poppin’ up
disaster got the recipe
keep the piece like temples
bbb and p serenity
just me mary and hennessy
ok i won’t deny it
mood swings i won’t be quiet
i do sh-t because i like to
give no f-cks if you don’t like it

[chorus 3] (repeat 2x)
i sit alone in this four corner room lightin’ up some candles (woah)
pistol fingers on a handle (woah)
empty bottles of jack daniels (woah, woah)
i sit alone in this four corner room lightin’ up some candles (woah)
eyes low don’t got a clear view (woah)
so i don’t see you i don’t hear you
young n-gg- just too much to handle

[outro]
(f-ck the world up, f-ck the world up, f-ck the world, f-ck the world up)
voices talk to me
(f-ck the world up, f-ck the world up, f-ck the world, f-ck the world up)
voices talk with me
f-ck this world up, f-ck this world, f-ck this world up
f-ck this world up, f-ck this world, f-ck this world up

- stalin majesty

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