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tha god fahim & leaf dog – still not giving a fuck كلمات اغاني

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[chorus: scratches]
still not givin’ a f_ck
and i might suggest that you broaden your mind
sh_t is so much realer than—sh_t is
the weak mind is pretend_able
still not givin’ a f_ck
and i might suggest that you broaden your mind
sh_t is so much realer than—sh_t is
the weak mind is pretend_able

[verse 1]
i apply pressure; keep a tec on my dresser for the street, press ya
won’t hesitate to bless you like muhammad (drr_r_t)
the style is ill as bubonic, let’s be honest
i’ll smash your wifey like a comet
melodic; i’m tha god, i’ll slice you through your tonic
it’s f_ck you if you don’t pay homage (pay homage, n_gga)
i speak knowledgе; best believе the raps polished
i can run a mile around you n_ggas, the four spin you like sonic
sn_tch a b_tch by the bonnet, got her hooked on phonics
pass the chronic to my n_ggas ’til our eyes bloodclotted
my product got the fiends hooked on sonics
poverty got my n_ggas hooked on violence
i’m bangin’ out with the cops
’cause they wanna see us rot, yo, they really wanna push your top
stuck in this melting pot with the drop
got me robbin’ n_ggas for everything they got (gimme that)
[chorus: scratches & tha god fahim]
still not givin’ a f_ck
and i might suggest that you broaden your mind
sh_t is so much realer than—sh_t is
the weak mind is pretend_able
still not givin’ a f_ck
and i might suggest that you broaden your mind
sh_t is so much realer than—sh_t is (yeah)
the weak mind is pretend_able (check it)

[verse 2]
i’m the holy
matrimony, on the mic, kobe
manu ginóbili (boom)
style sicker than aleister crowley
three gats like ed, edd, n eddy
pull up to your block, i’ll shoot you dead for spaghetti (brr_r_r)
’cause i needs my pasta, boy (i need that)
thinkin’ that i’m p_ssy ’til i shot ya, boy
it’s that simple _ pop you like a teenage pimple (bloop)
shots ripple, i’m shootin’ straight through your temple
shouldn’t have to troll that price
my gun like ras kass, put your soul on ice
dirty n_gga, i should smack you with a bag of rice
throw nickels at your feet then toe tag your life
f_ck your advice, i can’t use it
sayin’ that you f_ckin’ with tha god? b_tch, prove it
my style, i can’t lose it
sayin’ that you f_ckin’ with tha god? b_tch, prove it

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