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lirik lagu uzbekistan – your old droog

[verse 1: your old droog]
only way i’d get on a song with you, is if you were dying and it was make a wish
catch ’em to h*ll frying, i wouldn’t take a p*ss
you faker than the laugh from a news anchor is
i don’t care what you think of this, droog is cantankerous
this job in thankless, i really might have to shank a b*tch
they change the words to your songs like al yankovich
tryna augment the tone, rearrange the pitch
and blow before you even get known, sh*t’s dangerous
the real thing languishes, the way it is
sh*t be hurtin’
when no body is certain your disc is disconcerting’ (godd*mn)
can’t let it derail ya
nowadays you gotta be successful just to be considered a failure
slinging rap paraphernalia, might’ve sold you grams
blowing up like i know you’s can’t
ain’t n0body gotta hold droog’s hand
b*tch we live, 365 like that whole food’s brand (what?)
my confidence never hinged upon opinions of another man
more backhand compliments than tennis fans
can’t be on the stage, same time in the stands
feedback don’t do sh*t to enhance the business plans
give a f*ck about a fan
don’t make me back the uz back blow your ass back to uzbekistan
backhand smack a stan to kazakhstan
they ain’t seeing me, it’s yod the classics man
[verse 2: phonte]
co*headline tours to get a bigger gross
chase challah bread, the scholars they holler tiggalo
the carolina medicine man, come and get a dose
maestro so ice cold like he in cigaroles
life as a youngin playing give and go
in the backyard, with my cousins while my uncle drinking michelob
teaching fundamentals though, manhood and boxing sk!lls
never playin instruments, they just grab a glock and spill
movin’ targets we got locks to k!ll
we got orders, we got pots to fill, its not revealing
10 bars in and i gots the feeling’ to burn these tracks
have ’em poppin amoxicillin, so maybe wait
i radiate like sloan kettering
sea salt flow, i put it on everything
cause good is hard to find and better is seldom seen
don’t question him, cause this is my requiem for a dream
friday nights on the couch passed out like a news letter
if these knew better they would do better
comparing me to bullsh*t asking who’s better
please knock it off, like a bootlegger
i’m in the gym everyday with no off switch
so when they size me up for crucifixion, my cross fit
ease back with all that beeswax
almonds and grapefruit my favorite healthy weed snacks
[verse 3]
i could believe that, my watch and my wrist playing freeze tag
dumping like ali on the speed bag but i don’t need brag
sitting on the throne with feeder they give me feedback

[verse 4]
playing with my culture like low fat yogurt

- your old droog

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