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lirik lagu take that – da beatminerz

mr. walt, evil dee, universal
flipmode, check it out
ha

my sh-t is sicker latte
backing out on n-gg-s up at jimmy’s cafe
puerto rican mamis lookin’ like sole
take ’em to the crib then i f-ck ’em that day
(true)

kick them b-tches out, you know my gun play
(play)
i’m gansgta, livin’ street life everyday
(day)
just like scarface, i still punk the j’s
i gotta get mine, that’s the america way, now

jump out the whip, i’m not the type of n-gg- that trip
somethin’ sick from the nozzle, wanted large when it spit
hittin’ you up, lettin’ you bleed in the seat of your truck
and flee the scene when the smoke clear, quiet as f-ck

startin’ to lose it, for me that is realer than music
hold ya plaque up to ya chest and blow right through it
eight bars on some next sh-t, probably don’t fit
but that don’t mean for me to keep quiet and zip up my lips

my real n-gg-s wildin’ up in the spot
i know y’all n-gg-s want it what up, what up
(take that n-gg-)
to all my b-tches gettin’ rowdy with us
i know my b-tches want it what up, what up
(take that b-tches, take that)

weak n-gg-s, motherf-ckers, all my b-tches
(take that, take that, take that)
thug n-gg-s, east coast, west coast
(take that, take that, take that)
dirty south well if you want it
(take that, take that)

gangsta n-gg-
i lace cats, blooded and sober, f-ck who you know of
you don’t want it, i push ’em daughter
i told you once i’m grippin’ the auto
i tap your jawbone, take your broad home, in a volvo

it’s good i can rap, so you don’t catch bullets in your back
and for most that can’t see me, i put my foot in they -ss
word, if i catch your -ss sleepin’ get clapped
like some applause, i can’t afford weak links
i’m too strong, n-gg-s are meek

in a heartbeat i spark the heat
who wanna start some beef, then catch a hot one in they meat
turn to savage like a caveman, with the guns blazin’
executioner style, brains on the pavement

n-gg- face it, you thought i live a bas-m-nt
thought i’d be dead somewhere, or incarcerated
i’m too slick, fbi suck a d-ck
your son is my fan, plus your daughters my b-tch

yeah, with my rhymes h-ttin’
i specialize, grimy spittin’ more grimy
than the lucy with some chinese chicken
now your writin’ under pressure ’til your fingers start to blister

lookin’ like some sh-t on the neck from rusty flippers
in my bm, fillin’ the tank with my pediem, call ’em as i see ’em
underground swingin’ to the masters
tigers woods liked the goods, tried to turn a new leaf
just can’t fight the hood

na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na
now let me rip it right, will hit y’all with the
big, gigantic, over-sized, bladow
it’s so amazing how we stuff sh-t up

how we blaze it, and we f-ck sh-t up
like when the b-tch give me head
and i bust and she suck sh-t up
like a motherf-ckin’ suctioncup

so turn this motherf-ckin’ truck sh-t up
while i be spillin’ this sh-t with no remorse
see how we killin’ this sh-t

- da beatminerz

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