Mywordkblurritwrk song by Knxwledge from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Mywordkblurritwrk Meaning
| [[Goodz] I’ve been nice since creases in your pants Dying even hard when the heaters in your hands I heat it when I blam, throw leeches at your man And send slugs the size of peaches at you fam I’m the man, it’s ether when I spit For $10,000 I’d do a feature on your skit I can teach you more than bricks, make you my worker Treat you like Marbury keep you on the Nicks I mean I gotta bring the meaning of this shit Spit crack while kids rap fiending for a hit And we can never be evеn when we spit Goodz an animal, I throw the sеmen in the clip And bust mine from the minute I show No, I don’t wanna talk like my minutes is low Been getting brain now they really beginning to blow Cause that blue collar chain look like it been in the snow You’re buggin if you’ve never heard me on your speaker That’s what I had to make the nigga freeze a believer 100 grand from ten, peaches of ether Rubber-band my man ICE put a G on his reefer It’s the man that’s dumping, wild running the crowd Stopping for nothing, while I be paying for the fronting With silver rims so the feets on the truck look like a pair of them dunkins I take dough, make dough lately I don’t need cars to let my eights go crazy Grab Glocks if these kids fussing, it’s nothing They shoot, we throw back shots like a bitch fucking Slaughter coming, my guns too big The muzzle with potatoes I put watermelons on them Even though I’d rather a bitch You need a job? I could hire you to carry my shit Nigga! , [Loaded Lux] War scars from the boulevard Scam after scam can’t pull a job Swear to God its like I’m playing in the bully’s yard Money off track, I’m just trying to get my ball back on Tell me where I went wrong at? I bought a Hoopty that I brought back Seen the damages on Car-Fax See why niggas get their jaw crack? It’s a half a brick You gave me silver dollar pancake You short stacks Cough that or coffin Ain’t no call backs or auctioning with boss men I lost ten but made twenty Staring at the center stage, semi It ain’t a drop of lemonade in me Mean for that green I got a crush like Miss Piggy I’m a do part two topping Lil Wayne’s envy He can feel the game friendly all he want I’m going line for line Trying to beat you to the punchline While I beat you to a pulp Orange Juice Simpson with the coke How I start flipping, chopping them white bitches See all that wouldn’t leave a penny at the doormat In and out, like a straw hat Breeze through Fall back when the floor pack It’s like I’m listening to Bobby, the way I play the Wall Mack (Womack) Sick from the format Fist off the far rack I’m all that, and a bag of Bontons Don Juan DeMarco Give her the cargo and the car go Packing in the white like Harpo So meet my Ms. Winfrey per entry She will ride round five then you semi (See me) My other half They cutting back on my momma staff And getting gas in that Honda bad on her last Type shit that make you fight with niggas you tight with Brought my dog like Mike Vick I need my money right quick , [Arsenal] No I haven’t sold a million records Or maybe should I say yet I hate stress, I smell beef and I taste death I swing right to push his face left And I’m the result of a dinosaur and an ape Not practicing safe sex I take cheques, deposit them in the bank yes A great mess after strapping on my latex I’m on your TV, you leave me and your tape deck You want to be me? I’m your idol I take great steps I never wait next, I always jump the line I’m top five, dead or alive you’re number 9 I ain’t come to rob, I came to motivate You’ll die in a bag, that’ll help increase the murder rate And I exterminate, then I eliminate Oh yeah I ventilate My pistol probably penetrate Bang! Let me take time to remember straight If we both getting fed I got the bigger plate No I don’t reiterate, no I eliminate I’m really banging my G, you just affiliate Oh yeah I’m really grape, oh yeah I’m really great I’m on a turnpike I’m finna bite through that Philly Steak Survival of the fittest nigga, don’t be a menace These Popeye niggas, feeling tough all spinach Chains all shining niggas watch all spinning I’m a K ass shattack and the Lord is my witness The range automatic but the Porsche is a stick shift A martian a martian the boy is a misfit But I feel is though, all these rap critics know I make them bite down, shout out to Gorilla Zoe And all them niggas down south steady getting doe Haters on my ass have your lips under a mistletoe I’m a jiggalo the black Deuce Biggalo Obama for president Bin-Laden staying visible A terrific flow excellent vocabulary Black adversary swagger deadly when I rip the flow I’m Arsenal with no definition My clone couldn’t equal me It’s no repetition , [HEAD ICE] I’m having nightmares walking Or it’s this bomb ass weed But I could’ve sworn I saw a spark from deep I’m seeing a whole lot of legs moving But I can’t hear a thing I keep a gun so I ain’t fearing a scene I kept it moving but I’m lightheaded Not thinking at all I got beef but I’m feeling they soft My gun hold sixteen, but I shoved in 8 Don’t ask me how I keep a snub in case I blast guns and throw a stack in your face And take that shit down Don’t need to cook crack my model for cake My whole life I gave respect to the hood The hood respect me Beside the scar on the heart or the left cheek “Peep that shit in the back!” That’s what some nigga had yelled I’m thinking he talking about some nigga that fell So I’m walking with the PUFF PUFF lit And the CLICK CLAH grip For POW POW for you and who you with I ain’t Stunt’n that’s for Big Tymerz My dogs will *SNIFF* find ya And *BARK* and strick silence And dig where they can’t find you Mind on some other shit But I’m also home 14 poles blunt almost gone And another dutch in my pocket Another bag of dro And I prefer chopping up nickels than trying to bag a hoe Went to the block, little kids pointing They must be happy to see me I throw a smile like it gotta be TV I lost my steps in front of my building When I felt this chill so ill with a terrible feeling Not knowing that my physical was needing some help Felt warm but the cold lining was Woolrich Quelt Lost the strength in my left arm Couldn’t look at my watch Tried so hard I leaned left and dropped I felt the ground moving, I wasn’t moving with it I see faces it’s a blurry picture] |
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