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​the san pittas - 7-6-25 كلمات أغنية

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[intro: dave chappelle]
you know ms. harvey died
baby, baby’s crying
see! and guess what? the rib sandwich is coming back on tuesday
guess who ain’t getting one
i don’t eat pork anyway
you d_mn right you don’t eat pork
’cause i ain’t giving you none
i ain’t giving you no hamburgers, no apple pies
i ain’t giving you sh_t

[verse 1: conradtokyo]
what’s f_cking real
these n_ggas packing steel
conie pushing on that f_cking wheel like a neanderthal
can your pandering qualms
i’m holding the candle on wax on wax how i light up a song
i’m bringing new light while they hide in the dark, pull up and park
me and my n_ggas got lit up and sparked
hence the reason why your face meeting my palm
everybody remain calm this is an espee robbery
put all the weed in the bag and kindly stop sobbing g
ain’t n0body stopping me
i just might go find some foreign goons with goals to kick your motherf_ckin’ head in just like a soccer team
don’t f_ck with me, i leave these pretty b_tches ugly
after a studio session, or a cess session
creeping out of my depression
i hate being a teacher cause i gotta teach you n_ggas these simple lessons, huh
why they rapping and acting these n_ggas not in a f_cking recession, huh
espee coming over taxing crews out here losing plot
or never had a premise
tryna make_up, but imma blemish that ass
find a clue like nancy drew and stick to books b_tch
look b_tch, extendo like nintendo
n_ggas gon’ switch
[chorus: evil pimp]
‘cotics, cotics, movin’, movin’
on the, on the, block, _ock
‘cotics, cotics, movin’, movin’
on the, on the, block, _ock
clien_, clien_, _tel, _tel, never gonna stop, stop
keep that sh_t moving steady
’til three o’ clock, clock
‘cotics, cotics, movin’, movin’
on the, on the, block, _ock
‘cotics, cotics, movin’, movin’
on the, on the, block, _ock
clien_, clien_, _tel, _tel, never gonna stop, stop
keep that sh_t moving steady
’til three o’ clock, clock

[verse 2: bear haley]
the cats out the bag, i did what i had
get bread off the music, give it all to my dad
tryna hustle it out, never ever gonna fold
boys look detectable like qr codes
i never wanna be these n_ggas
they boring and they wack
untalented as sh_t, never got no hits
i’m that guy and i know that, i’m cold like a freezer
bars is hot like a heater, read your ass like lebaija
and i’m the biggest dictator
say one thing and imma think you hater
don’t go to ya savior (no)
get this d_mn taste of the medicine
i’m heaven sent
i’m giving hugs like josh peck and sh_t
wonder why that i’m so good?
’cause i’m pretty and i live in hood
whipping the wood grain
you feel jealous and pain
that you don’t understand
that you don’t understand, n_gga
[verse 3: valeriey]
okay, okay
birdies, they just flew by told me
bro it’s not late to try
so i said no more, no k_mbaya
no peace, there’ll be no compromise
i see my feats, they multiply
i be my king, i reach new heights
i set the bar, then set my price
you pray to god, i won’t reply
you play with toolies, fisher price
them little cars like little tikes
purged so much, my soul is white
i’m on your screen, like poltergeist
so listen b_tch, talk to me nice
say it once, won’t say it twice
vv been that ill since mental illness failed to take my life
bring in profits, name so iconic made it a logo, huh
loony bin done called me a n_gga
so f_ck the popo, huh
skin’ll glow, ttem shadows right off me, so take the photo, huh
you colonize, you’re built on the lies
you live like cuomo, huh
triple disc a classic
so check the batting average
these n_ggas p_ssed off, they p_ssed off
that sh_t a habit
the poofy wig, and paired with lip gloss
i gotta have it
pen carries many dead men tales
i need a casket, huh

- the san pittas

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