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v don - glory كلمات الأغنية

verse 1: da$h:

prr! i swear i wasn’t made to punch a clock?, gettin’ high playin’ love me or love me not
long clips, holdin’ me around ’cause she can throw the d_ck
emotionless, my work the definition a poem is, dismissed distractions p_ssed from when ’86 look like toni braxton (real real)
the phones reacting wrong, only endin’ the lord of .40’s clappin’, land you chumps, on some stuff to k!ll and bands still ain’t hard enough
the baddest slump, the worst of the bunch, i feel like jim jones, i’m sippin’ cyanide in the punch (sippin’!), i feel like jim jones
i’m p_ssy drunk, throwin’ it up (prr!), sad while i’m out of town
bullets get a n_gga out the game if he get outta bounds
i pound for pound the best like i’m tyson, spittin’ fire words (yeah), trigger tiger bomb while i’m writin’, keep tryin’ light the herb (bet)
who the f_ck you thought it was?, dialin’ like leatherface, i k!ll tryin’ to catch a buzz
playin’ tug o’ war with myself, thrown off who gon’ win, shot it down in this block ain’t heard sh_t now who won’t spin, n_gga, yeah
verse 2: ankhlejohn:

poo poo poo poo poo…!
fired up emotions released through tiger bone (tiger bone…)
c_ckroaches, p_ssy halls, graffiti walls, i f_ck with n_ggas that come from them kinda homes! (huh?)
gettin’ the rawest head, the record scratch you up over the cord like they hang you by yo’ neck, and watchin’ history fold, yeah!
my man battled with withdrawals ptsd_ass put his life stains off ’til they p_ss him off
and those many nights i p_ss cristal shove ’em sees off threef? like chris paul, i only did it before (did it before)!
this remind you of s_x with pleasure like i feel it raw (huh!?), chop the patty in the centerfold, huh, yeah!
to calm me down it’s gon’ take more than what they thought, i’m k!llin’ ’em soft
i wanted to take many things (what), i’m just not feedin’ the law (not at all!)
yeah, i put you on that sh_t like the rain in the cross give ’em its light’s head, slide off with the slight breast
she don’t even like men, she use a brown paper bag tryin’ to judge you if you lightskinned! huh?!

verse 3: sauce heist:

yeah it’s like that, heist like the nice life, you know the vibes!
free my n_ggas in the cage eatin’ octopus, puttin’ b_tter in their waist, live the phrase “crime pays”, feelin’ like sticky on last dayz (ah!)
ptsd, i just, might dump the safe in palacés, i ain’t smile since mama died, my repertoire s_x, money and homicide (facts)
bent black slide ars fly (too too too too too too…!)
your bloodline not fit for a wise guy, bronx n_gga, my aura like godfish (ah)
be careful what you wish for, when tuddy’s draw your lips (ha ha!)
got you gone off hood rich, spit 5k on polo draws, shaheed still runnin’ odds! (ha ha!)
n_gga you ain’t one of us, stop simin’? the sl_t time, i need extra hours!
the towers what made my city fall, my next sh_t may come in in a uhaul (uh), and sauce, don’t blame it on the alcohol (don’t blame it on it…!)
might slap the sh_t outchu, got me feelin’ like beat stars? to owe me (owe me!)
leave yo’ body floatin’ in schitt’s creek, you know who it’d be!
chorus: nki:

ohh, yeah ohh, ahh, you know half is enough, baby, and seek it out
you gotta understand what these n_ggas all about
you f_ckers on your own bring a [?], blink about, you caught yourself in gold notes or just move now
don’t overthink your throne, his ass see ya clown?
come on, come on, baby, gotta play the plot
you such a go_soft, like you have it now, come on, come on, know you have it now, yeah

- v don

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