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u.fø – john wick كلمات اغاني

we can bury the hatchet with you in your casket
i’m asking you once to get in ‘fore i blast it
with all of your ashes, created with stashes and caches of matches
i fashioned into a stake to burn your asses on
please put your glasses on
reading the caption wrong
it wasn’t bout you please feel free to pass that on
i’ll spray you, and splay you and f_cking display you
array you on platters, your body left splattered
they never repay you, just stay tryna play you
i don’t understand you just hope for and pray you
experience what made me so furious
you inferiors deteriorate your all delirious
park your car right at the bottom of a lake i’m serious
and if you run your mouth they’ll find you locked in the interior
man i got so f_cking cynical i cut off every hoe
damage done to me was critical, she f_cking touched my soul
now my hearts a guarded citadel, that sh_ts unreachable
better want me for the physical, and not emotional
that sh_ts broken i’m not even hopin’ for a b_tch to fix
that takes devotion, and so far it seems like every one has quit
so now i hit it quit it like a chokin tokin lil b_tch
she wanna ring like jr tolkien, we not talking bout smith
but on the subject all the hennessy she pours behind her doors
had me checking all our scores was like “the f_ck love even for.”
if i invest my time and money all she’ll ever want is more
i told her love me but she clubbed me with a double sided sword. f_ck
she put a knife in my back, and now she throwing it back
harder than thursdays, on the gram, what she would do for a rack, she giving head up in the ram and giving more in the sack
that’s why she’s always occupied like that sh_ts modern iraq

(this that) u.fø baby tell em what we do
i’ll be underground forever ink that sh_t like a tattoo
in the booth i’ve told of what i might do
make your favourite rapper sing now he’s a player hater too

big swings, ima big dawg, doin big things
bigwig i’m the hog in the pig big rig
6 god vibes mob ties ain’t my thing
bad kids got the brothers back, king’s bringing big things
that’s no gang sh_t, just brotherhood slang sh_t
bouta bring my bruthas up and feed the family when i bang sh_t. language so deranged cannot be tamed, your flow is so ancient
i spit profane sh_t i sprain sh_t, they running from the assailant
bad kidz, we ball like carter in the six
you ball like melo off the knicks
the way your tracks are f_cking bricks
and i’m the sickest on the block, they bouta rub me down with vicks, so don’t come for the f_cking dog, and i won’t have to go john wick
i got the pedal to the floor they puttin metal in my door
i’m bout to level out the field make it a motherf_ckin morgue
i’m blowing steam like i’m a kettle, better settle down before
you got berettas to your temple never meddle with a war
once i dropped two songs and i dropped that b_tch
girls drop down to thongs, and they send me pics
i shoot pot shots long, and i seldom miss
had a lot go wrong, so i fixed my mix
it’s getting scary, what’s that how you never heard
about the boy, burying dreams like their threes call me larry bird. cause i carry teams, and the green seems to come like the weed we burn
my regime would jeffry epstein you without a single concern
and i’ve been seeing the growth, figures
stacking up go figure
most of these hoes vigor
stems from the fact that they know ima grow so bigger
so my family’s my sanity, cause the rest are just gold diggers
so ima catch a milli better catch me at the top
feel like achilles, how i never really heeled, but i won’t stop
it’s getting chilly, said they’d k!ll me, i ain’t scared they fire shots
i got em locked down, know that i would rock their block, they’re f_cking flock
they saw the fruits of my labour, they tried to pick from the tree
i acted ruthless in anger, be no more stepping to me
it’s gruesome, way that i hanged them and rearranged em
they wanted some food for thought, so i planted them, for the seed

- u fo

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