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the fatal sling – ambient كلمات اغاني

[chorus]
now who the f-ck picked this lil sorry -ss beat?
i ain’t finna rip kodak’s style, i just come with his heat, yuh

[verse 1]
for days, i’ve been in the booth
i’ve been grinding and smoking boof, the weed that heat, smoking to the roof
don’t f-ck with me, i’m a dog, roof
yuh
and these b-tches are like ducks at the pond, they only want my bread
if i was an emotion i’d be dread
because, when all is done and said, if you f-ck with me your dead
yuh, i got bars like i was a prison cell
yes i’m fatal, i tap that -ss like a bell
it wouldn’t be an understatement to say that i rhyme well, uh
yes my bars have authenticity, because i have integrity
and i live in a sh-tty city, huh, yuh
that’s fine though, cause i’m homies with otac
and he is back, to snap on this track
sike, he’s not that type of guy, and if your a female he’ll skeet in your eye, huh
and you will yell “oh my!”
and then he will leave you, sigh, and he’ll say “bye bye”

[chorus]
now who the f-ck picked this lil sorry -ss beat?
i ain’t finna rip kodak’s style, i just come with his heat, yuh

[verse 2]
you tryna f-ck with me, i’m gonna f-ck with you
that’s how we do, b-tch learn you too
sippin’ on dew, thats mountain dew
f-ck you gonna do?
pull up with the crew?
cooking beef stew, heh
get ready for you, and all of the party
yea that sh-t hardy
i can see the future just like if i’m doc and marty
i pull up inside a delorean
i should be a n0bel laureate, ay
literature, that’s my prize
in the kitchen, cooking up fries
with all my heat, that’s no lies
checking out girls just like if they are spies, eh
out here, we grow gang signs
just check out this one, i call it the “f-ck you”
that gave me h-lla clout, ayy yuh
i’m about to stand and f-cking shout

[chorus]
who the f-ck picked this lil sorry -ss beat?
i ain’t finna rip kodak’s style, i just come with the heat

[verse 3]
b-tch imma shoot you (haha), like this lugaru
you can call me bunny, cause i jump on f-cking you
b-tch, imma crush your head
imma f-cking stomp that sh-t in like a bread
f-ck me, you were tryna cuck me
i grab your b-lls, rip that sh-t off like nut cream
b-tch, i f-cking made you
i’m coming up like a brand new tornado, take this whole game by a storm
i’m bout to f-ck you up, b-tch you were born, by me, i am your father
b-tch you can’t touch me i’m like f-cking god bruh
huh. the f-ck you got to say?
i will drive all up like f-cking aunt may
spiderman, f-cking shoot white cream
in your b-tch face, in your b-tch spleen

[chorus]
who the f-ck picked this lil sorry -ss beat?
i ain’t finna rip kodak’s style, i just come with his heat, yuh

[verse 4]
ay, yuh
yuh
been in the booth for days, yuh
i get chips thats lays, yuh
ay, i’m coming back to this track like a couple… months later
man, it’s been a f-cking while now, i’m still spitting like some f-cking acid fire
i’m finna burn your sh-t up, i’m finna get up in your face and fuc kyou in the b-tt
b-tch, you can’t f-cking touch me, like i said before, i’m like god, the real og, yuh, ay
we smoking kush like in the bible, like moses did when he burned that f-cking bush bruh
yuh, that sh-t was real dope bruh
i don’t really know what else to say, but this sh-t is h-lla lit like tr3yway
holy sh-t man, yah
metter of fact, spea-
arn sh-t
haha!

- the fatal sling

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