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twista – disrespectful كلمات اغاني

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[intro]
crook county
let me spit that wild sh-t
that foul sh-t
i’m ’bout to get so disrespectful
twista
let’s go

[verse: twista]
i don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t know
i don’t know what to do (what?)
i don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t know
i don’t know, i’ma just f-ck with you
i just be droppin’ sh-t
poppin’ this and there ain’t n-body stoppin’ this
let’s see how 21 savage i can get
makin’ my money come fast ’cause i’m the sh-t
don’t ask ’cause i can spit
why you think i flow with locomotion like i’m smokin’ on the dopest potion (why?)
catch ’em overflossin’ when i’m bossin’, that’s why i can poke a hole approachin’ ’em
you can’t play with the best
hit ’em and keep ’em at bay with the rest
i got a million and one murder ways (what do you call it?)
faces of death, as i play with your flesh
i get the knife and
do it, do it, do it, do it to it
i get the gun and
shoot ’em, shoot ’em, shoot ’em, shoot ’em, shoot ’em
blaze ’em then i boot ’em
get the razor cut into your medulla
oblongata, pop a collar, bottom dollar
i be blowin’ on buddha, buddha, buddha
i get money like i’m mcgillicuddy
i smack ’em like silly putty
if you talk sh-t, your rims is ugly and your b-tch is ugly
i’d rather f-ck with your b-tch’s buddy
i be goin’ on and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
because you know the beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
i don’t know what to do
i don’t know what to do
should i do something to have everybody in love with you?
make ’em wanna bust at you
should i do something to have everybody go comatose?
sh-t that go coast to coast
or do i hide the people in here catching the holy ghost?
spit the flow from overdose
i stood up in the [?]
that you see i can spit [?]
but see he and [?]
and if he talkin’ sh-t, i put him in his place
and if you don’t admit, i say you in a wrong
and i ain’t a king and i ain’t on a throne
[?], i can say i did it on my own
but come at me wrong, i k!ll him on a song
now let me try to figure [?]
think i know, think i know, think i know, think i know what to do
murder sh-t, i got big burners, b-tch, hollow tips
i say a lot of sh-t, just to f-ck with you
i don’t just end [?]
do some sh-t that’ll gon’ put an end to you
k!ll everybody inside of the house
the dog and women too (but what about the kids?)
k!ll the infants too
i got sh-t that’ll make a n-gg- wanna beat the break up off the n-gg-
rub the face up off the n-gg-
lay him out of [?], get the shakes up off the n-gg-
seen him bleed before
or shoot out with a purpose, or see the [?]
and if i just happen to shoot the civilians or innocent people then f-ck it
casualties of war
i saw when you was in the party, you [?] my crew, [?]
went to the [?] and your buddy, and called you “a b-tch”
told you my flow was tailor-made
p-ss you off like a fade away
don’t [?], i can still slit your throat like a razor blade
[?]
we gon’ shoot up your mama house
and if you thinkin’ that’s some bogus type of sh-t for me to say
then tell me what you gon’ think when i say i will spit in your mama mouth
i be goin’ on and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
’cause you know the beat don’t stop, don’t stop until the break of dawn
twista