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wxm.b - the rapper (sookie in the kitchen) كلمات الأغنية

yo, yo
bubbles in thought i might cocoon in gibberish
they pity it but linguistic aside
yeah, i, hit ’em with a rhythm and it’s pretty basic
can’t i hurt your favorite, don’t wanna he_rs_
i find that caging but this hate is urkin’ me
slept less n oddly i’m awakening
but jibba jabba down, let’s be a hound
b’s really down to be relating, you know the cadence
there’s no debate and there’s no erasing my sound
i’m aware n a lone wolf, watch out when the moon comes out
how is that your crew if they’re biggin’ up that, now?
imagine in the futch’
when you’re sh_tting out udderly, like a cash cow
hit ’em with a little bit of that init
it don’t really matter if the axe sent misses
kilo campers, zero actors, jesus was the man, so i’m just chillin’
i’m no hero, i’m your villain, while you’re billin
a zoot, i’m tellin’, you to keep it up, you don’t wanna cut
quit that fibbing, you naughty f_ck
i’m brought to the front, show and tell
why i’m no l i’m important stuff like imported bud
but really i’m a star dog, just a bit rough, f_ck
harder and larger, like a non monougamous c_nt
who’s gonna come to your rescue?
not me, your dumb and start arching when i…
add this to my crumpled legion
that’s a bl__dy mountain, that’s a flow i’m mountain
i said this sh_t is f_cking steaming, not the first rider
but the horseman found that, heaven’s sings we rapping here
we might be harkening for the exacting cheer
eons in hand is here, i ain’t concealin’ that
wxm got blocked up ears
got a few buds, we all got toke
had a few buds, i had to smoke
lyrically of course, ’cause at the mo’ there’s no resp_wn
there’s no reason to go
fully commando, rambo, at the throat
so i fill ’em with the ammo that i wrote
him and him want that feature flow
but what they don’t know is yo
yo, that back
string attached, like just a lil waning on your mind
like when bling, first attacked, alright
meaning i’m punching in, like
off top of the brain then spitting it live
while you’re kickin’ slidin’ your pre_written
shhh, alright
sunt lenta, dicere
to say what i want’s gettin’ harder to say
oblitus anglis and it might get scary
but only for book worms reading off a page
feedin’ the b_gg_rs, some off top of the noggin’
we got j’s spiffin’ like our t on you ♪
i’ve been admitted n escaped a few times
but you look like you’re still on the loose oof
coffee sipped, talkin’ big
cotton’ on and pour the sixth
on n’ off till
bon voyage, wait at the door, it’s shipped
at times, an angel, a lord of the fix
soothin i might just find all of this

- wxm b

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