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sugar cones – 25 cents\cranberry sauce كلمات اغاني

[chorus 1: bagheadddd]
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b_tch get out the way
i’m holding round 25 cents
you pull up to me wild screaming and shouting
i can not pay you no rent
working so hard as a i go
i thank myself for the most
i’m holding round 25 cents
i’m holding round 25 cents
i’m holding round 25 cents
i’m holding round 25 cents

[verse 1: bagheadddd]
i’m holding around 25 cents
the b_tches all on my benz
family problems plus addiction that sh_t never ends
added my six sense sh_t
now i’m stacking 31
got my paycheck and dipped
spent it all on the drugs
spent it all on the music
spent it all on the fun
i’m holding a mf quarter
i’m holding a mf quarter
smoking hash that’s older
my wrist can’t get any colder
choppa i spin i’m aiming for heads
25 bodies we bury dem dead
f_cked on a b_tch pumped her with lead
big ass bong like i’m chillin with ted
needed a mix so i called up the x
choppa i spin i’m aiming for heads
choppa i spin it got 25 pennies
10 more years and i’m winning a grammy
punched a def kid he saw the word wammy
i’m to perfect i make you feel clammy
bagheadddd fell but came back like kenny
bags not the same when he mix sh_t with henny
you want the hype but not what is really
i spend to much on drugs i’m holding a quarter
we get the choppas spinning while i finish packs like murder
[chorus 2: bagheadddd]
b_tch get outta the way
i’m holding round 25 cents
you pull up to me wild screaming and shouting
i can not pay you no rent
working so hard as a i go
i thank myself for the most
i’m holding round 25 cents
i’m holding round 25 cents
i’m holding round 25 cents
i’m holding round 25 cents

[verse 2: jinx]
how the f_ck i’m gonna pay your rent i ain’t got no pot to p_ss
i get a bill making some change but you can’t take two cents
i can’t get what i need but i still smoke and i drink
i got no shame i sold that sh_t for some game
so that i could wreck it for the record i put that curse on my name
you wanted beef i got me a steak on plate
you can’t be face to face you wanted smoke
come to my home sh_t i got you waiting like twenty or more
you on the phone i’m good to go pick you off with the glint in the scope
you want control of my life knowing i’ll never be clean in your eyes
knowledge was missed so you hid it with lies now i’m screaming die motherf_cker die
long as y’all keep talking long as y’all keep walking
i’ma be on my steps (posted up) posted up barking
ain’t no use gotta bite ain’t no use gotta fight
this sh_t my home in the land where the buffalos roam
you can’t b_tch about it (get it got it) get it got it you gold
[chorus 2: jinx]
b_tch get outta the way
i’m holding round 25 cents
you pull up to me wild screaming and shouting
i can not pay you no rent
working so hard as a i go
i thank myself for the most
i’m holding round 25 cents
i’m holding round 25 cents
i’m holding round 25 cents
i’m holding round 25 cents

[end of 25 cents]
[beginning of cranberry sauce]

[populus]
moses we set trees to fire when we able
see my life flash before my eyes no cable
i wanna leave my house before some evicts me
makes it real hard when i’m the one doing the evicting
staring at the glow from my hands
gorilla glued and f_cked this sh_t was too strong for mans
they panic attacking get some water check the fans
may 25th got buzzed for a band
ok check the dandelions
guns creep through itrs you and the fam they eying
you use ethos to fill egos, no aristotle
no t__ter toddle, no toddle here gon steal my bottle
snap, k!ll you just like that
its basic sh_t but i’d k!ll for a rack
i’m in the bathroom having a panic attack
when i lost my bro is time i’ll never get back
old snow regimes come back in the form of cash
looking back at it i’d do the same and dash
momma said i’m smoking too much ash
shi i be high as f_ck but i made it to class
no anthony but i am blacking out
singing along with ween, get that gold and we balling out
drop a track like a nuke ain’t no falling out
my ex prolly mad cause they see that i’m ballin now
basic fool proof i’m jamming out to the bars i writ
my psych is pretty brutal it turns fairy dust to baby sh_t
the cynical cyninist mad his cynicism got him hit
it wasn’t even his bro
he was sitting in his home, home alone with empty roads
got bullet to the dome he ate the chrome
hearts on the box, left in the street
left for the little ones to see and to feast
no boris but i’m droning to the beat
stand by me we left the body in the creek
ay, better look through the doorkn_b
left my mind to rest now it’s worn off
lucky it ain’t blown off
sick like a sore cough
k!ll it super sawed off
shot and gunning like i’m zoned off
not good enough to rap but i’m too good to quit
i’m zoning to the smell of the match that i lit
back to my line about the bars that rit
wonder how my dad feels knowing his kid is the sh_t
lungs gonna rot but sh_t i’m gonna go hard
horses in the stable they got left in the boneyard
more stoned than an easter island head
let the beat play out while i fantasize
about the dead

- sugar cones

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