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yung matta - no safety (feat. big emmit) كلمات أغنية

[yung matta]

already know what type of time we on…
let em know emmit…

[big emmit]

who that is at the do?
hit the trap like…

i’m the rap sheet athlete
run the street like a track meet
i’m a muhf_ckin shaker
hate to be the bearer of bad news
but i carry black tool
but put that fire on a n_gga if he make me
smith and wesson nine and the glock ain’t got no safety
you know that
talk in code, ask my little brother “where the fo at?”
i come from the nawf east, tell em that where it cold at
i spit hard sh_t, yung matta thought i sold crack
n_gga religious with bullets make the tone clap
get jesus on a hotline, i’m aimin where the phone at
make a big dog dig deep, “where the bone at?”
he saw some n_ggas eager then a fire, who he lying to?
you told on that n_gga from the east, he got some time too
you can’t make the game believe sh_t, but you trying to
i ain’t make that n_gga die yet, but i’m trying to
i’m shootin out the window like i’m payin at a drive thru

[yung matta]

yeah…
lemme show you how we do sh_t on my side b_tch…
matta…

chase rings like a champion
all you rappers think we p_ssy, pop another ambien
you can feel my presence b_tch, i walk round with an ambiance
we don’t do the dissin, we just put em in an ambulance
we be from the city b_tch, you know i hold it down
f_ckin with the lingo like “what’s good what’s goin dine?”
we don’t f_ck with p_ssys, no don’t bring that boy around
b_tch i’m out of school but it ain’t sh_t to go to town
i should really make the news bout how fast i move a pound
verbally to brutal bout how bad i do a sound
shakin like a poodle, you ain’t real you just a clown
got em bustin at your noodle, that’s on me i need the crown
and i’m on that west side linkin wit the 5 b_tch
movin different, had to go and get some fire b_tch
what i’m doin when i see you with your main girl
do you know i do it big but hold my side b_tch (yeah yeah)
big dog i’m a mut, porsche 911 with the fogs on the front
i don’t like the pigs, make a hog do a stunt
and i’m on a money mission, send my dog on a hunt
gotta win, i cannot fail
hear you rappers like some reggie, me and emmit from the top shelf
life hard but it’s not h_ll
you just b_tchin bout a gram, while i’m worried will my stock sell

nah forreal
we really livin like that
on my mama…

- yung matta

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