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starvin art clique - rogue & vagabond كلمات أغنية

[intro]
man, maybe you should still whip, sean, sh_t was fun
that sh_t was fun that, y’all n_ggas, yo
maybe, like, cops don’t give a f_ck until, like, it’s the end of the month
when they gotta get paid, it’s the only time they wanna mess with you
how about when them n_ggas that was arrested [?]
how about when sean ran into two police cars? yeah
hah, that n_gga crashed into two police cars, yo

[verse 1]
when i tell you this, you might flip, i need a nice whip
laced with a dent puller and vice, keep tryna plan a heist quick
you got a screwdriver? and flashlights, now hold it steady (yeah, yeah, i got my sh_t, it’s close now)
i’d rather chop cars than chop ready with machetes
lawsonia’s petty, but bein’ restless, i ain’t worried
i’m in a hurry, f_ck bein’ tackled by any flurries
in front of murray’s was an 800 benz with diggers
no time for fakin’ some cat, hittin’ him black with stafford binkley
he doesn’t want it, cause if he did, he wouldn’t have parked it
i hope you down cleph, cause if you not, i’m about to spark it
and if caught, we done in, his car gon’ be stunnin’
no need for tools, yo, black, he left his whip runnin’
exhaust drippin’, i flexed his car door, then slipped it
the cat tarted mouth and my man flipped him, plus he tripped him
then all the sudden, [?] was blastin’ and i’m duckin’
i switched gears and spit the f_ck out, so now i’m truckin’
[verse 2]
we movin’ on fuel, seventy_five miles per hour
i’m in the sour position, wishin’ he would mash the accelerator
pedal with power, i should’ve thought sooner
but now it’s later, i made a big ass mistake
jackin’ this one ’cause we got the jakes
speedin’ behind us as we proceedin’
i broke the back window to l!ck shots, now my arm bleedin’
seekin’ sparks of friction ricochetin’ off my pursuers
on the mobile, ailin’ off the kahlúa and buddah
it’s ripped, hawaii keep drivin’, i’ma keep buckin’ like [?]
instead of bein’ here, i could’ve been f_ckin’
what a dread situation i caught myself up in this time
lookin’ at big time, i barely beat that sh_t last time
faster, faster, we ain’t got no time to be wastin’
i felt my tissue rippin’ as a bullet was penetratin’
my upper shoulder, i kept bustin’ the auto till i felt my arm get cold
i started thinkin’ what i look to be one day older

[verse 3]
oh sh_t, my man’s hit, i can’t quit
f_ckin’ with a full clip will cause a fool to flip quick
what? i kicked the pedal, i’m in a hurry, can’t settle
up against cops, offensive to all with heavy metals
i’m in a high speed chase, jail taste is in my face
why waste my breath in a court case?
my man is laced with a wound, i’m still soon to see my tomb
smokin’ that [?] got us hollerin’ like we’re fools
when we take the corner much too fast, almost flipped over
i’m outta control, i grip the whip tight just like a boa
my heart is racin’, broken glass, these abrasions
slugs are grazin’, if we live to tell it’d be amazin’
we spoke too soon and made a fast right
through the red light, livin’ the fast life
i fell back and hit my head twice
god i’m consortin’ lord, barricade the corner store
f_ck it, go for the door
[outro]
get down, get down
sh_t man, d_mn

- starvin art clique

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