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training season - 8 ball كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: gp]
man this shit is homicidal
this the type of verse that god ripped from the bible
godd-mn b-tches be waving at me like tidals
while their ex mans be saying that i’m an idol
i don’t give a fuck cause y’all know when it’s pure
they trying to shut me out, i stuck my foot in the door
i’m lyrical to the core, they’re calling me young shakur
i’m out to k!ll the game without showing any remorse
niggas talk a lot of shit but in the end
i could really care less if you fuck with my tactics
whether you like me or not you can kiss my -ss
so they either say god bless or forgive this b-st-rd
i’d rather use a fist than a handgun
while all you niggas walking around with a silver spoon
i been repping this since the womb, this is signature tune
i’m out to k!ll the game and get respect from these c–ns

[hook: gp]
and all you niggas wanna ball
you motherfuckers say you want it all
down here we’re like, don’t get caught behind the 8 ball!
don’t get caught behind the 8 ball!
long time neglected, now its time to respect it
so witness the wrath of the tempest
down here we’re like, don’t get caught behind the 8 ball!
don’t get caught behind the 8 ball!

[verse 2: king caexar]
fool get caught behind the 8 ball like cues and pool sticks
scenery thick with smell of booze and hubris, round here
don’t need to rent a ron jeremy flick to see a big d-ck (uh)
lyrically at a distance off the metric
missing merits like lepers be missing digits
screw the beggars, egotistical rhetoric
embedded sour taste in your mouth like pure citric
critics no where to be found like knees in paralympics
nigga i’m heading east capitol bound, with the hunger of anorexics slumber with a couple of misfits
plotting to murder fiends from all 13 districts
spilling beans like clumsy teens at taco bell hmmph
dim wits get it cracking like mistress whips
on the back of submissive pricks
flow drips like ellen degeneres lips around a pair of tits

[verse 3: duhkidd]
yeah, now this my old shit
beat box rhymes locked in the code shit
pull it out while i drive gotta focus
cause she gonna suck on the man like a locust
give a fuck i’m the man, hope you noticed
the praying mantis, flow like a lotus flower bomb
(boom!) battle for an hour long
posted with a french b-tch out in avalon
she turned into a freak when the camera on
say she love me cause i fuck her like a vagabond
gold member let me get my austin powers on
do this in my sleep got pajamas on
niggas trying to eat like it’s ramadan
but when it comes to that cheese i’m like papa john’s
no for real i ain’t playing with my parmesan
y’all phony y’all comic-con…yeah

[outro: gp]
ayo i bet you listening now ain’t you?
i bet you listening now aren’t you huh?
like (don’t get caught behind the 8 ball!)
this is for every motherfucker that doubted
(don’t get caught behind the 8 ball! )
every motherfucker that talk shit
every mother fucker that didn’t want to believe
fuck you! eat a d-ck! (don’t get caught behind the 8 ball! )
its all about training season nigga
(don’t get caught behind the 8 ball! )
fuck this shit im out nigga…
and yeah fuck you fat albert, you fucking fat-ss!

- training season

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