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t.f – olathe كلمات اغاني

[roc marciano]
garlic b_tter on the crib [layers?] got em sentimental
heavy tinted windows doing pirouettes with a demon in it
had an oriental, had to get her on the instrumental
she had to hit the track, first trap ain’t no looking back
masked up like i’m cooking meth, i’m like her man back in ’96
and when it comes to beef i’m with it every season, i’m the iron chef
i was 15, i seen a marble floor inside a pyrex
whatchu know about a couple snapple bottles for the sherm sticks?
drive_bys had a thunderbirds, did it acapellas, n_ggas know the word
n_ggas know the vibe, you n_ggas nerves, you don’t know the curb
got a bad b_tch and she play the ‘burbs
and she be dipped out, had to ask if she be selling derb, word to 2_11
mac_11 [mastered black and marys?], spiral bullets made him back peddle
turned his cadillac into road k!ll, cause his trunk had a couple racks in it
lordmobb we the front runners, made men, mad b_tches
this for the n_ggas hatin, ya’ll n_ggas p_ssy: mad b_tches

nine milly made her spine tingle, fine china bring the limes with it
quarter peice i let the dimes hit it, now they laying up, like they rod strickland
ain’t no business like mob business, waking up to a cup of folgers and brand new set of signed b_tches
i’ma bounce back and i’ma dive in it
n_ggas never pictured living through it, fast forward now we getting to it
yeah the l!ck jewish, made the wrist cuban, and that b_tch hitting like it’s straight lewis
we in the hidden hills, probably crushing pills, busting all night watching snl
with the happy ending like fairy tales, chinese with the rusty sh_lls
test lot, we finna break a man, if it don’t bust his head i bet it break his leg
made the breaking news, bandana like omega red
back to pirouettes, wrist shining like mirror tint
50 pointers like pyramids, airheads i could care less
you n_ggas pressure cases, all airbags
i was airing sh_t and i ain’t wear a mask
pulled up with a pair of bags, raw cass, sacs 5th ave
hair_trigger on a colt pony, gave a n_gga wrist whiplash. k!ller. (yeah)
[conway the machine]
started out getting double_ups, had to run it up, got my money up, n_gga hard times never troubled us
got my b_tch dior bubbled up, got her titties done, fixed her stomach up
b_tch talking bout she love me, when i know the difference ‘tween love and l_st
you can miss me with that loyalty sh_t, n_gga i’m the only one i trust
gave these n_ggas racks, fronted n_ggas facts, somehow they still f_ck it up
it’s a cold world better bundle up, p_ssy n_ggas better huddle up
my shooter following my new foreign, and he do the scoring, that’s bubba chub
when i heard the beat i spit bane on it, when i’m brainstorming, n_gga thunderstruck
like rain pouring. can’t convince us that y’all ain’t informants
boogers in the tennis chains enormous, vvs’s and they 80 pointers
f_ck them n_ggas that be hating on us, cause they ain’t important
i don’t want her if she ain’t imported

whippin’ up the cocaine batter, you could get a benz
14, seen a n_gga brain splattered and i didn’t cringe
think about all the little dirt that we did at [ted’s/tens?]
when we used to beat the breaks off a n_ggas bink bonk just like my n_gga nems
lil b_tch mad at me, asked did i hit her friend?
told her no even though i did, and i lowkey plan to hit again
gotta rewind my sh_t, listen closely to the boss for the hidden gems
hidden hills with a trophy, i’m just seeing life through a different lens
i’m a menace to society, b_tch them extendo clips is firing
that’s what a n_gga get for trying me, just look at the rap game now
you see what i facilitated quietly? these n_ggas listening to my tapes
they say “that n_gga way inspired me, i’m just that n_gga b_tch entirely”
gone
[roc marciano]
bet the 5th dim ya lights when i hit the k!ll switch
mwah, that’s a kiss goodnight, n_gga been a l!ck
one through the pillow, in the middle of his head, left his whole sh_t split
woke the old heads up, had the whole city lit
might let him hold 50 if your little jury aren’t gone give me that
i ain’t into mike or mary’s can, 50 cent me in them little skinny pants (f_ck this sh_t)
still send a b_tch word to kenny rag
f_ck the henny, i was sipping rat, in the 6 like a stick of big red
talkin like y’all good, that’s a false bill of goods (cap)
i leave you on the floor spilling blood, throw em in the woods (facts)
pause dawg, i’ma get a wood (get a bone)
actin all boss_hog till a n_gga get cooked

no pork, f_ck a pig foot, treat the porche like i’m driving big foot
when it’s on, n_ggas get shook, it was sorta like they spotted big foot (look)
you ain’t gotta go to school to get booked
i just told my shooter sit put
i just know if it’s about a b_tch, it’s a witch hunt
man a chick could get it, it don’t matter which one
6 million ways to get splattered, pick one (pick one n_gga)
i don’t care how it gotta happen, get it done (get it done)
hit you with a bag, lil n_gga live it up. moss

- t f

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