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jeff hardy freestyle - tribble lyrics

yeah, let’s go

swanton off the top rope
i done gave it all i got though
whatever keep a peace of mind though
still, a n*gga finna fly though
whatever you tell him, you better be ready to die on it
n*ggas act like i ain’t ride for em
then turn around and f*cking lie on me

my own d*mn brother f*ckin’ stabbed me in the back
took the air out my tires until it went flat
if it was up to him, i’d be dead on my back
i woulda gave my only brother my last
but i want a world of my own to have
just so i can put this sh*t in the past
really wanna keep it up then we can clash
lookin’ like jeffrеy versus matt
n*ggas so thirsty to hear me rap about him
sitting on thе gram with a wack medallion
forget who’s sleep, n*gga, f*ck the volume
shoot if they feet till you buck a stallion
n*ggas don’t even wanna up the mileage
we the illest noise, man, f*ck the silence
man, i don’t wanna talk about it
to the point that a motherf*cker brought the violence
n*gga, talk it out or i can take it out
you either gettin’ down or you layin’ down
then kick a n*gga while they think he down
so much they can’t see, they can’t keep me down
but this sh*t is gettin’ kinda creepy now
n*ggas lookin’ up over my people now
growing up, man, i wasn’t an evil child
if my pops could see me now
he’d see i’m the champ of the world
call me a rookie, but i don’t give a f*ck about no hurdles
motherf*ckers mad that they don’t deserve you
talk out they ass like they tryin’ to hurt you
promise that if i ever besmirched you
at least i took the time to f*ckin’ learn you
if i’m winning, it doesn’t concern you
my n*gga, we gotta unlearn all the sh*t that done brought us up
cause even the generations that raised us ain’t even smart as us
i’m finna take this sh*t over the top
my n*gga, i’m climbing up
i feel the adrenaline inside my body
i feel like a hardy boy
i feel like a hardy boy
swanton off the top rope
i done gave it all i got though
whatever keep a peace of mind though
still, a n*gga finna fly though
whatever you tell him, you better be ready to die on it
n*ggas act like i ain’t ride for em
then turn around and f*cking lie on me

if n*ggas hate, drop em on they ass with that twist of fate
hit off the top rope and now he ain’t got sh*t to say
he ain’t got sh*t to say
he ain’t got sh*t to say

- tribble lyrics

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