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zell marley – junkie كلمات اغاني

this a hustle, baby, this is not a hobby
if n0body got my back, i know i got it
they found the sh_lls, but they can’t find the body
been a week, and they still don’t know who shot him
he already know it’s on when i spot him
yeah i try to keep the peace with everybody
but everybody ain’t made like me
everybody wasn’t raised like me
tryna crucify me like jesus
but i’m real, and he fake
i’ma climb down off that stake
put the nail gun dead to his face
i’m fiending for blood, ’cause i love the taste
when i ain’t got no weed, it give me the shakes
feel like a junkie, but that ain’t the case

madara sh_t, yeah, i’m slaughtering sh_t
i’m calculated, yeah, i’m smarter than n_ggas
i cut that boy off, he was lame, these n_ggas be broke with no shame
only thing in your name is your name, put your shoes on the wire, get hanged
he say he want smoke but he can’t
go play with your baby, don’t play with me, b_tch
i can pick this sh_t up anytime like a switch
used to bathe in the sink, now i’m cleaner than dishes
i thought you was real, then i came to my senses
they stay tryna count me out just like a census
what a n_gga be doing ain’t n0body business
squeezing on that gl!cky, now that b_tch a cl!cky
tell them boys i’m here when they ready to get me
i be rollin’ solo, ain’t n0body with me
running from these ratchet b_tches like i’m sticky
i_i_i’m sandy, hoe, i’m texas made, i’m sippin’ purple lemonade
ain’t a street n_gga, but i still tote sticks
i hang around snakes, i can’t trust sh_t
you wanna k!ll me, and i wanna k!ll you, we can die together
we don’t get along, we can’t ride together
i was really down, i ain’t mind the weather
guess n_ggas ain’t meant to be ’round forever
a zip, a beat, plus me, i like how that sound together
this a hustle, baby, this is not a hobby
if n0body got my back, i know i got it
they found the sh_lls, but they can’t find the body
been a week, and they still don’t know who shot him
he already know it’s on when i spot him
yeah i try to keep the peace with everybody
but everybody ain’t made like me
everybody wasn’t raised like me
tryna crucify me like jesus
but i’m real, and he fake
i’ma climb down off that stake
put the nail gun dead to his face
i’m fiending for blood, ’cause i love the taste
when i ain’t got no weed, it give me the shakes
feel like a junkie, but that ain’t the case

- zell marley

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