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wolf quan - look at me go كلمات الأغنية

yuh
look at me, look at me go
i’m on a, i’m on a roll
look at me, look at me go
i’m on a, i’m on a stroll
look at me, look at me go
i’m on the, i’m on the throne

got cold and i’m flautin it
roses in coffins for all of the b-tches i smoked, oh

its time people better learn
cause i fight dirty with the words
don’t let me go second or first
bullseye on your shirt, ay

so full of sh-t, you gon burst, ay
so much p-ss out your skirt, ay
i’m full of tricks, i subvert, ay
my digits in your b-tch’s purse, ay

and man, i don’t gotta swerve
k!llin you is just desert
no wonder your doula had dropped you
cause she knew you were nothing at birth

it’s funny that im hard at work
and you’re mistaken as the clerk
if i’m coming off as largely a jerk
often, i’m -ssuaging the urge

so sit your -ss on the curb
i’m spitting facts, that’s my curse
if i finish last, it’s not that i am
i’m so far ahead on this track circuit

i’m spraying lead on these rap verses
i made you dead as i’m -ssertin’
i’m sure this burn victim earned it
he was worthless like a blind surgeon

look at me, look at me go (woah, ay)
i’m on a, i’m on a roll
look at me, look at me go (woah, ay)
i’m on a, i’m on a stroll
look at me, look at me go (woah, ay)
i’m on the, i’m on the throne

got cold and i’m flautin it
roses in coffins for all of the b-tches i smoked, oh

i’m wolf quan, don’t forget the name
just a hungry dog who never knew a cage
you’re lucky dawg, need to say more
when you’re tripping dawg, on my claymores

sick of wh0r-s with their laziness, deport all these aliens
’cause they’re basically brainless, sp-ce in their cranium
they say to me, “why arent you ragin on a diss track? you’re faking it!”
and then i say to them, “you don’t exist like the god of atheists!”

my verses from the bible
on the sixth day, i created you
i guess that means you were my fault
but history won’t be made by you

i’m lookin up at my idol
i always see him in the mirror
don’t got fans, i got disciples
my songs are music to their ears

got cold and i’m flautin it
roses in coffins for all of the b-tches i smoked, oh

- wolf quan

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