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lirik lagu forever (dirty) – mop top (usa)

[intro]
1*2*1*2
droppin’ a verbal assault techniques upon the dome
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[verse 1: big grei]
it be like one for the trouble and two for the bass
it’s big grei comin’ through so n*ggas better make sp*ce
because i’m known for takin’ suckers out constantly
and ain’t a b*tch known to man who can f*ck with me
i don’t be on the fly sh*t, so dip the glamour and glitz
i keep it real in this motherf*ckin’ hip*hop sh*t
’cause it’s about representin’, mad n*ggas be forgettin’
all the wack fakin’ jax for your ass i ain’t checkin’
[verse 2]
it’s the i double, check it freestyle bandit
all over the mic and you motherf*ckers can’t stand it
beats like granit, unable to penetrate
wack mc’s your timin’ is soundin’ mad late
check the tour date ’cause i’m worldwide in this position
i even got ugly chicken head b*tches prayin’ and wishin’
for the kissin’, it’s gettin’ wild in the sheets
uses and techniques, so light skin freaks peep the method

[verse 3]
weak mc’s slit your wrist, no way you could ever f*ck with this
’cause you suck and i insist that you cease to exist
’cause you’re dead in your head, your mind and brain is all the same
while my flow’ll catch flame and all your lanes get burnt
lyrically i’m a bully, use my sk!ll like a pulley
’cause i’m not your average mooley, i get high like coolie
now listen how this go, see i fry that ass like crisco
big leaf the giant from new york and not san francisco
now when i disco, cuties crumble like [?] fisco
hug my nuts just like pliers ’cause my desire is to get mo’ [?]

[verse 4: nine]
the definition of a slaughter, put a bullet to your wifey
to get a quarter from your daughter, that’s the new world order
waterfalls like drug dealers and rappers
the highway to heaven got too much traffic
that’s why i’m stuck in h*ll walkin’ backwards
talkin about i’m leavin’ on the next plane
the midnight train in georgia ’cause i put a slug to the devils nautica
weak lyrics f*ckin’ bore me
i owe jesus a dollar, here ”pow”, pay ’em for me
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[verse 5]
now it’s the m*o*p t*o*p tryna make that d*o*e
acceptin’ credit cards, checks, money orders and c.o.d
i bring the drama fam, any party i’ma slam
couldn’t see me if i was a baby and you was a son of graham
why n*ggas lack style, buddah make the track melt
couldn’t kick it harder if your father was a black belt
tryna get with this, it’s ridiculous, you couldn’t f*ck around
if your style was promiscuous, n*gga i’m sick with this
lyrical syphilis, style is straight up inconspicuous
like mobb deep i’m the infamous, lyrically i be into this
no run on sentences, rock anytime any instances
weak rappers makin’ my apprentices, that’s how i’m endin’ this

[verse 6]
now who the f*ck wanna f*ck with us?
better make plans or make a mass exodus
’cause if you test, you bound to leave a bl**dy ass mess
when you do, i’m rollin’ in deep like the wu
now how many y’all want try?
’cause the first one step up gon’ be the first one to die
you b*tch ass n*ggas live a lie
’cause when the real n*ggas say junk, you reply ”ha*ha*ha”
my roots grow up in bedstuy and i
be representin’ for them till the day that i die
[verse 7]
nowadays i hear mc’s that i can’t feel
and dj’s that don’t keep it real when they on wheels
rappers who say they rappers blow up but fall off after
there comes a new jack n*gga like me that’s hard to capture
the posse then g gettin’ you stuck like detention
didn’t i mention, my thoughts be lost in dimensions?
ya buggin’, ya blow is definitely in this mother
you get me mad enough, i’m buckin’ your word to the grandfather

[verse 8: freestyle]
whether i writin’ or recitin’ off the top of my head
i want fill you up with lead, follow me dread
i catch a 3rd degree fever then i throw it all on paper
got white people sayin’ ”dear [?] that’s good flavor”
i’m bakin’ like soda, i swing like i’m an hammer
freestyle’s the highest, sittin’ ’bout the fire with your mama
you said i washed up and that my sh*t won’t sell
but my colors don’t fade, i give it my a*l*l
en garde, touché, i kick ass like sensei
[?] loca, comprende?
i’m in this like guinness until the records broken
it was the night before christmas, i kicked the gift and still got opened

[verse 9: 12]
now when you tried so hard to pull a n*ggas card
louder, set your charges staged but you never had the heart
while your girl’s chargin’ up the bill on my pager
i’m major even on the minor notes so don’t start
why’s that? ’cause 12’s non*stop (what)
fl!ck sh*t like my d*ck spits the last drop (splash)
can you feel the skin on your feet peel as your heels lift
while you shiftin’ lookin’ over shoulders like who’s that? (that’s 12)
use no guns when i’m p*ssed
use my fist when one is one and use my tongue when i kiss
that brown skin n*gga with the [?]’ll
get you hot like a monkey ass pathetic ass junkie

[verse 10]
i’ll get up in that ass like new world orders
you’re gettin’ served more than becker
with verbals upper*cut snack*out
yes i [?] for peoples and ghettos i represent like [?]
[?]
them parasites causin’ aggression to hip*hop sessions
yes yes y’all, watch me bust with spiritual lessons

[verse 11]
it’s the forehead, bust it, punani stretchin,’ backbone popper
makin’ fort n*ggas disperse like blades from helicopters
brooklyn [?], big willie [?] with pipes
stompin’ pearl races from n.y. to compton
soldier [?]
pretty boy face dozen but rush a 5*0 to 1*0 back to 0*6
get into the mix, i’ll leave your sh*t open for stitch when the mic is cl!cked

[outro]
we will be here forever, do you understand?
forever…

- mop top usa

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