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lirik lagu never ever – fes taylor

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[intro: fes taylor]
you ain’t gone never make it, f-ck you 2 fly
that’s what they say right, nah
you ain’t gone never be sh-t, never n-gg-
that’s what the haters think huh?

[fes taylor:]
the p-ssion in the rhymes that i wrote
like everything i spoke, i ain’t never been a joke
i ain’t saying that i never been broke
but you ever been broke to the point you’ll slit a n-gg- throat
still asking what’s the combination, sitting while he choked
already planning on distributing his c-ke
scare him up, even visited his folks
you know, hammer on the coffee table living room approach
i ain’t saying that i never ran
if a n-gg- had the drop on me i ain’t have mines on me, d-mn
some n-gg-s say f-ck it n-gg- take it like a man
but the only reason i’m racist so i can get the plan
i got a plan n-gg-, f-ck a hundred grand
we can make a couple million from uncle sam n-gg-
tell your man pitch up and buy some land witcha
hoes want sandwiches, you trick’n like an amateur
that ain’t pimp’n, i ain’t saying i ain’t been in love
but some n-gg-s do it just because, and ruin it for us
n-gg-s looking for a good b-tch to settle down with more then a f-ck
but still i f-ck more then enough
and can’t explain to my girl when she calling and i ain’t picking up
she like think of us, i’m thinking of l-st
same time thinking trust, i think i’m gone bust
i ain’t saying that i never cried, so many n-gg-s died
so if i lie on they name then may my soul fry
you know why it goes, flex, side show, sick nick, grandpa
i was sick like a dope fiend d-ck
i ain’t saying that my father wasn’t there
cause i looked up to him, like a barber in a chair
so my son me and his bond, little man i love you n-gg-
i can vision him in harvard somewhere
i ain’t saying that my family f-cked up
my moms kept a good job, son just went bad
more like my uncle with a hood craft, scars and scabs
cars we crash, they ain’t even ours and laugh n-gg-
hope the odds are past us, jars of gr-ss
and show respect like when a mobster p-ss n-gg-
never been a sucker, a punk motherf-cker with no morals
and hoes won’t f-ck em with no orals
it’s only one me with no plural.

[outro: fes taylor]
one me n-gg-, one n-gg-, no plural, no plural
yeah, okay, holla at the motherf-cking wolves you dig
wolf pack, two-forty warriors up in this b-tch
two four war, yeah, it’s the t-2 fly alb-m right here
urban icons n-gg-, yeah, g-unit/dum out n-gg-
yeah, holla at the motherf-cking wolves
never ever, uh huh

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