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lirik lagu joe robbie stadium – bambeatz x db cutlass

[verse]

yeah, keep ya motherf*cking mouth shut. the loud stuff. is piled up. we riled up. now stuck. glued to the sonic wave in dialed up. permeated poetry. some working with a quarter key. i live by the water be. i’m serving up this sorcery (haaa). let me plan it, the planet, scramble disorderly. people running and bucking f*ck it but i ain’t ducking (never). i came up from nothing i know there’s more to see. but running from something, beloved, i ain’t budging (never). ya hitters is p*ssy, my protocol is push (push) . pan african asiatic, they call it kush (kush). n*ggas could bake the package we call em cooks. n*ggas always plotting on profit watch em, we call em crooks. it’s the same ol same around this whole globe. i mean flat globe. f*cking assh0l*s (f*cking assh0l*s). f*ck a black robe. i’m going where the cash goes. cops on the scene n*ggas turn green like tad poles (haaaa). amphibian slam dance with the henny in my system. harder then obsidian a piston. i’m moving like my motion maneuver like it’s been fluid right (fluid). i’ll pay for you n*ggas to never use a mic. i promise, i’m just honest, upon us the pre madonna’s. n*ggas feeding choppas, imposters will need a
doctor. n*ggas getting caught in the web like peter parker. internet trolling might intersect with a conan. why bother wit the peasantry. i pray a n*gga mention me, eventually. i’ll see where i see you keep that energy. you had when you rambling. b*tches always pick me like a mandolin. skywalker, anakin, i’m trampling, the competition. i don’t feel you, it’s like my arms is missin (d*mn). but i’ll k!ll you with bare hands is the contradiction. i created my rare plan with a pot to p*ssin. they ain’t gave us fair chance, this is our condition (this is it). my n*ggas is hustling tryin to double up. nothing comes easy, this road is bumpy, so buckle up. n*ggas wanted help, i had done enough, the f*ck is up? n*ggas says it’s luck, i’m like that’s what’s up. my chuckas up (ugh). get the f*ck outta here they don’t want no problem though (nah). keep them n*ggas align in ya column though (keep’em). they getting outta pocket, got to watch em though. my n*ggas from the crib, if you understand it’s the bottom hoe (bottom). f*ck it baby, it’s lock n load, rock n roll, cop no, the f*ck you think they watching foe. they ain’t the feds, they probably are, tryin to knock me off. but it’s whatever these p*ssy n*ggas won’t stop me god. cracker or n*gga, passion rap for a victor (tell him). packing my swisher, ain’t average in scripture (never been). pay attention, only mention that im gifted. in a different dimension with ascension, i’m lifted. this the upper echelon, with my weapon drawn. sketches on a canvas, with brush strokes from a felons arm (d*mn). deception, megatron, legend song. bob marley. this redemption in a lynching you just pop hardly. i just shadow box with glock, papi. you ain’t smelling what i’m cooking like the rock with the pots shawty. let me stop mami. god d*mn i got gwop, wootay. imma go forever. i’m the coldest in this open letter. the flow of locus in the frozen weather. i can mold it better. b*tches ceramic, careless. when they vanish…

[outro: sport announcer]
that completion passes fran tarkenton. dan marino becomes the all*time leader at pass completions in nfl history and before this season is over, he will own every record known to man. they will stop the game voluntarily to honor dan marino and he salutes to the crowd. listen to the responds

- bambeatz x db cutlass

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