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urltv - nu jerzey twork vs. swamp كلمات الأغنية

[round 1: swamp]
muhf_cka you ain’t the only one with a few screws missin’
this dude trippin’
i’m nothin’ like these other motherf_ckas
prime example: if i would’ve shot your car b_tch
i would’ve made sure it had you in it
you play stupid with me tonight and you gon’ be dead f_ggot
from lead blastin’
talkin’ ’bout there’s somethin’ wrong under the hood; check engine light
baow! i know, a blown head gasket
and consider this as just a warnin’
any one of you motherf_ckas can join him
but as for this new found blood
let’s just say y’all gon’ be short one piru in the mornin’
this is the type of n_gga i’ll pistol whip until the handle breaks
you wanna know how i know you won’t survive where i’m from?
we don’t like sudden movements
and ya hands too shakey
always pullin’ out these f_ckin’ pistols, and ain’t shot sh_t
n_gga please try me
pull a pistol on me and don’t use it twork, it’s one of my dreams
to catch a free body
i know you ain’t used to gettin’ no [?] much as you kiss and tell
you thought it was cool to tell the story about easy b_tch, or even coffee bruh?
sh_t like that make me wanna peel that nose ring to the back of your scalp like a gas station coffee cup
i’m not playin’ with this motherf_cka
this n_gga done
f_ck yo’ bigga .9, b_tch i got a bigger gun
i never been one for the games
but i’ll be d_mned if i don’t let one of these bullets go on a temple run
i’m not playin’ wit’ this n_gga
you beat up norbes and you a piru
whooptie doo
you think i f_ckin’ care?
i’ll be done k!lled yo’ ass, take yo’ flag and send yo’ mama yo’ blood in some tupperwear
but this mothaf_cka’s strapped in
he’ll clap me in a coma
not knowin’ it’s gladness
cause b_tch i ain’t dead and i can come back at any moment
and if i do i’m poppin’ sh_t
c_ckin’ sh_t
clumpsy mothaf_cka, known for droppin’ sh_t
you a b_tch homie, i’ll lift on him
the fifth on him
he ran down on my grandma with a pocketbook, with a big .40
she let him get away too, i told her to
he too big for ya
thought he got away without a witness
only to make it around the corner and realize the sig’ saw ya
you really think i’m cappin’ in my rappin’?
i feel it like wala
these are all things i’m willin’ to die ’bout
n_gga, you really wanna die ’bout a trigger?
12 gauge under ya chin
it won’t be the first time a shotgun been under you
and the buckshot spreadin’ up like a wi_fi symbol
all this, twork gon’ tower of me and bully me, i’m like, “b_tch please.”
you mind tellin’ me what the f_ck that sh_t mean?
sh_t, i actually prefer all my enemies six feet
if this yo’ mans, you better have a talk with this mothaf_cka jerusalem
f_ck a battle, i’ma be recappin’ and shootin’ him
this b_tch’ll put an end to twork like diamond tellin’ ebony to get out the car with cube and ’em
and i learned to aim with big sh_t and big moments
i remember shootin’ at one of mom dukes boyfriends one time
right after the motherf_cker tried stabbin’ me
and the whole time i’m tryin’ to get my shot off, my mama just kept grabbin’ me
but let’s just say this .357 python the closest thing i ever got to ma’mba mentality
swamp town

[round 1: nu jerzey twork]

- urltv

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