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urltv – swamp vs. fonz كلمات اغاني

[round 1: fonz]
i said outta nowhere, truth watson tried to add me on ig
i said, “d_mn, why me?”
b_tches gotta be writin’ together
f_ck you got, the whole carolina locked in?
‘cause this was ‘posed to be fonz vers’ nitty
they was ‘posed to bring the quarterback to the land but y’all stopped it
listen, this might rub y’all the wrong way, but i’on care how he may feel (mayfield)
i know that these hoes plottin’
and it don’t matter how many b_tches gave him a hand
this ain’t gon’ be no happy ending, you see how i’m talkin’ to shaun (deshaun), watson?
stay on the sideline watchin’
y’all can’t stop it
you dudes all frail
oh you the same n_gga in real life that you is on the internet?
well the next time they search for him
they gon’ say he ain’t get that third w on url
n_gga this me, to beat me you gon’ really have to switch your whole game
you can’t just rap about pitchin’ cocaine
yea you was cl!ckin’ against webb, paige (webpage)
but this sh_t here a whole different domain
i got extraordinary aim
f_ck around and see a lame shot down
atlanta what up
[crowd]
what up!

[fonz]
if he come up missin’ in the 404, then they gon’ say it’s a url error when paige (page) not found
how the f_ck you got the game locked down, when your simple ass sk!lls don’t amount to my craft
you chased top for years, got in the ring and just talked about ounces of crack
no punches, no schemes, no angles, even ya outfit was wack
screamin’, “we from south carolina”, while showin’ us everything that a south cat could lack (cackalack)
facts
this n_gga too sweet
would’ve been put paige (page) in a pack, but i was tryna turn a new leaf
smack, after the way the bear k!lled him, you still investin’ in this goofy?
we already gave the b_tch top and got nothin’ in return: n_gga qp
stop it b_tch
“unicycle, i don’t need bars”
and you clowns out here ridin’ wit’ that awkward sh_t?
i’m not convinced
i don’t care how many of these m_th_f_ckas you rockin’ wit’
not one of these country n_ggas gon’ convince me your content it (continent)
but y’all gas him like he spazzin’ wit’ the hottest sh_t
me, i can’t be fake wit’ him
“a simple ass battle rapper” what the game done labeled him
and this my brother too, i gotta k!ll him
‘cause i can’t enable (cain and abel) him
so you mean to tell me, if he ask [?] then the game’ll favor him
well f_ck it lemme try it
ayy mane, yo’ baby would be my baby momma but her coochie dry
i hop out wit’ the drac’ (drake): that’s the toosie slide
it’s finna get dark around this b_tch: lil boosie eye
and y’all just gas him, that is givin’ me the groupie vibes
if y’all think he better than dg, chaos, or truth, y’all some goofy guys
they only f_ck wit’ this wack b_tch ‘cause his accent
and it don’t get you a lil’ p_ssed that they keep callin’ you t.i. (uti)
{time is called}

[smack]
ohh sh_t
it’s gettin’ hot in here, it’s gettin’ real
first round
south carolina stand the f_ck up
swamp it’s on you, let’s get it
smrrrrack

[round 1: swamp]
i said b_tch i’m the same n_gga in real life that i am on the internet
now first off
we both made it this far, my n_gga
ain’t no way this sh_t coincidental
we both a part of the same class so no matter the outcome, i’m rootin’ for ya
plain and simple
i walked in the buildin’ wit’ my head down like, “d_mn, ain’t no way i’m finna k!ll him”
then thought about a hunnid grand like f_ck all dat, n_gga only my gun gettin’ sent to mental (sentimental)
for less than a hunnid k, i done k!lled for it
so even after a hunnid k, ima be still for it
this is about to be a bad body
but from the looks of this fat slack_ass n_gga, he already built for it
y’all done f_cked up and let me get my head back in the game around this b_tch
like i’m really pullin’ up just to battle n_ggas
not to see if i can push a lil’ weed or sell some cocaine at the event
my grandma told me to tell you you need ya ass beat for playin’ wit’ the bible
i told her i’m ready to pull up on the pastor for a week straight: it’s revival
these fake ass preachers make me question faith
but that’s cool, tonight we gon’ set the record straight
then skip pastor fonz (past the fines) like we doin’ church wit’ the collection plate
this n_gga ‘bout to be dead and gone
the last battle, it was “paige (page) this, paige (page) that”
n_gga flipped paige (page) too fast and read me wrong
do you know what happened to the last landlord that didn’t give me an extension?
he seen an extension
his whole family in the hospital like “lord, please, not now; we need an extension”
listen fonz, i’m nothin’ like these other m_th_f_ckas: i’m exclusive
they say it’s no fun ‘til the rabbit got the gun, and now i’m shootin’
you got the w, but you left chris brown house wit’ no guidance
and now it’s deuces
you fat black son of a b_tch
you need to weight_watch
quit runnin’ behind nitty and catch up to hitman holla
ya whole career been straight props
we watched you dress like a chef for ‘wing, then a pastor for pristavia
n_gga you done showed us more costumes than tay roc
listen
for the past week, i heard that him and sheed been besties
how zesty, but i already know that is your man
whatever y’all boys was cookin’ up, i really truthfully hope that ain’t the plan
‘cause truth be told, i’ll shoot both them b_tches wit’ some big sh_t
and y’all all know the outcome if this happen to land
i got a hitter that’s nice
and he gon’ shoot a movie if i pay the ticket
you know, send him a (cinema) price
we was sparrin’ the last couple_a rounds of the tournament
now i gotta shoot this fat b_tch where his heart be
it’s crazy, you was just a friend, now you dyin’ like biz markie
rap, you fat b_tch
[round 2: fonz]
ayy, real sh_t
the first n_ggas that was here when i first met you, is the same n_ggas that’s still here
and they ain’t switch on me neither
so if we get to scr_ppin’, they slidin’ through this b_tch wit’ the heaters
ayy y’all remember that scene from heartbeats?
when duck had writer’s block and that chick was tryna clean up
well n_gga this sh_t is ether
‘cause i’ll ball paige (page) the f_ck up and my n_ggas still assist wit’ the sweeper
b_tch i’m the reaper
i could really be extortin’ the game
family members come up missin’ and that’s such an unfortunate thang
when you gotta cremate your mother
yea she goin’ in a box and we gon’ see shaun pour the (shawn porter) remains
i be torturin’ lames
you gon’ wish you was not the opp
jumanji: a lotta n_ggas had heart (hart) in this game
but that won’t stop me from rockin’ (rock in) swamp
this gon’ drock ya stock_ this gon’ drop y_ this gon’ drop ya st_
that won’t stop me from rockin’ (rock in) swamp
this gon’ drop y_ this gon’ drop_ this_
stop me from rockin’ (rock in) swamp
that won’t_ that won’t stop me from rockin’ (rock in) swamp

[smack]
hold it down
hold it down, he got it

[fonz]
i said this gon’ wop_ this gon’ drop ya_
this gon’ drop ya stock
hate_ n_ggas hatin’ on me and i ain’t gotta tell ‘em they wrong
i ain’t sayin’ y’all can celebrate_ can’t celebrate, holmes (homes)
but they said i have to elevate for this battle
why would y’all bring a landlord to the swamp and not expect me to elevate, holmes (homes)
what the h_ll is they on
real sh_t, i ain’t tryna play you
nitty k!lled you; material wise, it was a big separation: the alien ate (alienate) you
i mean dawg it’s a difference
i was lookin’ at the judges like, y’all n_ggas trippin’
play that sh_t wit’ me, b_tch i’m palmin’ a biscuit
show up dressed like pastor fonzel
wit’ a hammer and a (in the) bible like shawshank redemption
how y’all got it twisted
when i’m the one that’s sick in the_ sick in the head_
when i’m the one that’s sick in the head
shaun get hit wit’ some lead
now they gotta get paige (page) a doctor or either give [?]
n_ggas is dead
just when you thought your team lucked up
i took ‘em all to the ledge
and let everybody go: remy ma when the stream f_cked up
they said all i do is punch, n_gga stop it
and if all i do is punch, then

[crowd]
n_gga block it

[fonz]
it’s up for n_ggas
i don’t care if you came in this b_tch wit’ a bunch of k!llers
lieutenant dan: lose your legs defendin’ a (the) country n_gga
clutch a trigger
run when the gauge is burstin’
you said you the same n_gga in real life?
i seen you argue wit’ piranha on facebook, and then changed in person
play them games wit’ me, you better pray they have amazin’ surgeons
scope on the rifle, eyes on top of swamp: that’s a ‘gator lurkin’
k’s is burstin’
or i come through wit’ a black beamer, mac ring
i don’t care who witchu
i get your partner shipped (partnership) wit’ a drac’ (drake): caffeine
that’s mean

{time is called}

[round 2: swamp]
i said
you can cook a b_tch a lasagna and she still gon’ ask where the spaghetti at
buy her all the finest jewelry, you know, the baguette set
she prolly gon’ walk away from you right after you save her from a deadly threat
and i hate that b_tch lori harvey
but just like lori harvey, this fat b_tch just ain’t ready yet
i don’t give a f_ck if you go to jail for 10 years, you try some f_ck sh_t wit’ me
ima be posted
wit’ a ugly ass ratchet like [?], until that f_ck n_gga free
you play 2k? i slap fat_ass n_ggas like you in my downtime
or let somethin’ ring off in his ear; now he got a sound mind
to make it this far in the tournament, i’m glad you made it
but truth be told, i’m not that fascinated
everything this boy rap about be fabricated
and didn’t yo’ son just walk across f_ckin’ stage?
now you up here gettin’ cap and gown two weeks after his graduation
this the typa n_gga that make you wanna f_ckin’ stab him
i never liked you
kick in the door of ya hotel and catch you sleep on the cover like future f_ckin’ album
my n_ggas don’t give a f_ck about nothin’ but me
they don’t care about you lil’ cupcake actors
that’s why if it’s any trouble while i’m in atl, they gon’ duct tape rappers
these n_ggas don’t really f_ck witchu for real
they really only f_ck witchu because of your punches
i think you been false claimin’ the land this whole time, like christopher columbus
you punch n_ggas in battles, i punch n_ggas in real life
this n_gga here just be tryin’ sh_t
but before i had a pistol, i had brass knuckles; i really was out here rulin’ wit’ the iron fist
i’m locked in this time; last time i ain’t liked the predictions
plus the last time i ignored fines (fonz), i got my license suspended
if you win this f_ckin’ battle, in the parkin’ lot, you gon’ have to see me prob’ly
i’ll put hands on yo’ b_tch ass and admit to it, like greedy gotti
y’all gon’ start respectin’ me the minute that i step in
or be left to bleed wit’cho best friend
the 7.62’ll knock a oz. outta fonz, then ima leave wit’ the fn
as far as this tournament
the rest of this tournament, ass_whippings is the only thing that i’m handin’ out
i know y’all prolly wonderin’ how many “land” lines (landlines) i got
sh_t more than yo’ granny house
this where the sh_t gets scary
funerals, obituaries…
you cross me, i throw a cross in the land: it’s a cemetary
soon as he open the do’, the shotgun made him jump back
steel (still) waitin’ for him like “brizz come back”

{time is called}

rap, fat b_tch

f_ck that d_mn clock man
f_ck that d_mn clock
d_mn i had ‘bout two mo’

[round 3: fonz]

- urltv

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