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Тут найдется любой текст песни: Исполнитель: Papoose
Песня: Victory
Добавил: Гость
Papoose – Victory 0Would ya'll all say my title in your interviews? If I came out dissin everyone of ya'll Would I sell as much records as these other dudes? If I said I was retiring but never left Woulda ya'll all show me love when I came back? If I ran the streets for the past two years Would you respect me or would yousay fuck pap? Yo where my thugs at? Cock ya guns back My headphones ain't loud yo turn up the track Ok bump that Homie I run rap I add on to the game you niggas subtract Yo where my bloods at? Throw it up blat Yo where my cause at? He cut you come back They said they tough cats But they some rugrats I drop em off on the block and make them pump packs Only a couple stacks He tried to duck pap I sent a shot at his ass And told him duck that [x2:] Ayo bump that Bump this Stay hot What's this He broke He rich Homie we run this This a new era Your heart bumpin in fear 2007 the god number? is here The stronger I become the more ya'll weaken So when I'm at full power your gonna be a weaklin My heart still beatin and my lungs still breathin My brain still thinkin ain't none of ya'll eatin Over my dead body and my blood still bleedin I'm a rap rebel Clap a black metal Look into my eyes and realize what pap symbol Lies but wise got pride is that visual Nah I don't slap high five with you [? ] It's not my vibe You just not my size I cock my 9 Cats got 9 lives get shot 5 times I cock pistols and blast clap missles Black it's that simple [x2:] Bump that Bump this Stay hot What's this He broke He rich Homie we run this This a new era Your heart bumpin in fear 2007 the god number? is here The cops keep printin me each of them bums Bendin at my index finger and squeezin my thumb I'm lookin at him hoping he get it done The new printing machines in the precent is dumb Through the speakers I come With the weed in my lungs You ever ran into ya enemy deep in the slums? They scheming on you And you schemin on them Then you realize the nigga who you be with is one Hell of a big pussy why you beefin with son? He keep tappin you tellin you they reached for a gun But he lying just lookin for a reason to run Ever catch you on the block? I beat you like them african boys be beatin them drums Why would I start eating with them and they starvin Might as well say I'm feeding these bums I don't like them niggas I be talking greasy to them They say pap a slick talker That boy got grease on his tongue I'm the real beast from the east and I'm not done The most official spitting the swift musician That's if you listen It's a simple mission at his? it's his decision Cause my intuition end a vision It's benefiting all my men and women Who do it big in a mental prison But if you wishing to get the griping since you tripin We gon blast till it's the end of class With quick collision Cut you from ear to ear Give incisions Eat your food like it's nutrition [? ] I can give you wisdom Cause it's tradition But if you dissing I can switch positions [? ] I don't care if it's linen or if it's denim I grip the lemon Squeeze hit em my enemies Rip em with venom in em Likely to hit the ism after I send you spinnin |
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