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tsf - venom كلمات الأغنية

uh, venom is the for homies
this sh-t my little pony
mix it with purple jollies
leaning like pisa i be
copping preme via visa
capital on the beat b-tch
stomp the blunt on the cement
this one for rave jesus
feeling flyer than t–zus
i f-cked the world from venus
i’m far from the meanest
actavis in her cleavage
act on us & we gon turn yo brains into cheez its, can’t f-ck with my team b-tch
we catch p-ssy like fevers
the slab punctured her spleen & its f-cking up how she sleeps and
i hope i wore a condom, cause i can’t feed the fetus
light up the l cause you know we staying undefeated
n-gga i’m balling you could see it from the f-cking bleachers
n-gga i’m balling & don’t ask me for no f-cking feature
i’m self-t-tled & rich, my last name is lionel
catch me with a box logo on your f-cking vinyl
yea its me & i’m back like a f-cking spinal
play me mono y mono
i won’t lose like chicago, 96 in me, but 98 is me
shoot that n-gga in his knee mo bet he losing disney, or probably that knee
what’s a fred to a daphne, if velma ain’t f-cking sh-ggy?
shoutout to scooby doo
doors suicide, the interior murder
so, supreme i say that sh-t you never heard of
any rapper want beef i turn that beef into burgers
cus if, i can’t eat then you can’t eat either

look
if he can’t eat then you can’t feast with us
f-ck them n-ggas talking down like they was in bleachers
they be in jail next week on some civil sh-t
i got these words locked up like imprisonment
the n-ggas in prison ain’t even have jurisdiction for these sentences
i stay supplied with heat, they demand i repeat
wait
well rock ya whole set, put dwayne johnson in a jet
shoot another sh-tty movie and pop another percocet
so that we ain’t feelin’ pain when these n-ggas crash that limousine
f-ck lionel where was riches when we was sickly
put the pain in the back told em we was on sick leave
yeah i said somebody talk to sofia richie
she feeling b-tchy cus of money
the broke b-tch for the money
i ain’t countin’ up sh-t cus i’m too broke the honeys
i be in my bag tryin not to get bagged
they be pullin’ up w three stacks saying can’t touch that
bombs over baghdad and you can’t bag that
they be dying just to tell you that you can’t rap raps
cus how you rollin them jays got you lookin like jay-z
hittin’ the bottle so my vision stay hazy
models in my area i don’t need my eyes to see
and when i die pour the bottle on my grave please
tell my story to the eulogist like a happy homecoming
imma need the gift of gab so you can keep the o’s coming
ain’t no run ins with the feds we confront em and they dip
tryna make it to the point where i confront m’s and i dip
sh-t thats, 10 for a whip?
or thats 30 for your chain?
if a n-gga had bread ain’t sh-t gon’ be the same

- tsf

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