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tyrone briggs - true كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: tyrone briggs]
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true lyrics and true art
as far as it sets out, homie, i play a true part
’cause i’m [?] side don’t mean you’ll pull that woo card
i must be [?] bein’ compared to you, god
the making of a legend
i came in with respect, now i can make it any second
so close to my success, i could pull out a pen and blow up
in a matter of seconds with no grenade in my possession
i say it and i meant it, i ain’t one of them dudes
to rap on what i got ‘less i mentioned what i been through
y’all fabricate a lot, can’t tell on who was who
i’m watchin’ squares, switchin’ your colors quicker than a rubix cube
ironically, ain’t in track of the time
i speak what’s on my mind, ironically, it just happеned to rhyme
you at your peak, but honеstly, you ain’t captain like i
you got some heat, but honestly, what is that to lebron?
savage lines, think you [?]? think you rhymin’ greater?
your numbers will always be under mine, you denominator
i’m talkin’ ’bout ramblin’_ass n_ggas
the opp_record_but_n0body’s_hearin’_it_ass n_ggas
you scared to be yourself so you jackin’ n_ggas for bars
even takin’ punches from girls, charles hamilton_ass n_ggas
special dude, very blessed with it
[?] y’all are sceptical with dollar perry s_x [?]
[verse 2: squeegie o]
i spit sicker than y’all boot l!ckin’ d_ck n_ggas
mitt romney taker than the himey_ass snitch n_ggas
i been in p_ssy since fuma had the cheater
y’all f_ggots’ wife into groupies, y’all just into beaver
i punch through the speaker, and p_ss on the adjective
y’all average n_ggas spittin’ on some average sh_t, cut it out
juicy j f_cked the ratchet b_tches, they just give me head
i’d rather f_ck a midget so she call my d_ck the super leg
staten island superman, but i’m immune to kryptonite
[?] the track, that’s why i comes back, y’all ain’t hittin’ right
i feel my [?] so please get the f_ck off them
it takes years of groomin’ your style to do this awesome sh_t
even deebo got knocked the f_ck out
stop playin’ with them young boys and sit the f_ck down
i’ve been sittin’ on my own brain, writin’ suicidal sh_t
that make these wack n_ggas take heed, ain’t go and try the sh_t
how [?] so p_ss off, y’all [?]
y’all not about sh_t so why the f_ck is you here for?
talkin’ all that nonsense, oh, now you’re makin’ non stretch
but ain’t never bust your own gun that make time sweat
i’m so sick of y’all industry n_ggas
give me a second, play luke cang and finish you n_ggas
there’s a reason i play humble in my interviews, n_gga
’cause i ain’t tryna sell my soul like the rest of these n_ggas
n_gga

- tyrone briggs

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