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Jean Grae
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Haters Anthem Remix
(Verse) Portrait priceless , splinter my agenda is cake Ligoracce thoughts down town drape like the ice vendor My performance is purple haze falling down the sky Words of wool Draw Wilson captivate the consultance Cash corporate the last sorceress Blast the toaster and he splash all over the coaster Trendy ass niggers kick ghost quick Screw face haters, hate the way you nigga hussle But it's in my culture I work the muscles and the work room , rigorous weight lifting But still I hold the bible in the court room trip I hold the chips, blow zips crib sticky shit Fix y'all niggers mouth damn y'all speak against The laws of which you came from Don't forget the name of brutalic rap niggers who brainstorm Young to the AGE you might've seen me up in rascals Up and 19 in that rice and gravy Hold the bar two times the lady chemistry create a beat My attribute, grand 5 o'clock ice plated ice to Asia Nights of the Asia Spanky white everything hopping off the beamer ,two seats
(Hook) x2 Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, hold up Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, wait, nah Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, ok Fuck you, fuck you, everybody
(Verse) I got an all-star collection of ratchets Multiple shells, multiple cells To this bran out , plan out 21 cannons My name ain't in the stanis but I'm a fiend in the hood Say needs in the hood, with the wood to smoke You laugh when you figure 'em out it's like Bagdad And back to the bs but they still call me the X 3 X hood cook a cellar aye y'all With the shell catches much more beat on the stretcher The dark foam ,sunny skies turn gray G only wanted it that way, ok I'm the el capricorn what's fucking on that Well all my dogs don't speak they all brrraat Sun got smashed through the top of his hat もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Layed out in the street with the spot where he sat Always bragging about how he living fat Now he's in he box look where a nigga at
(Hook) x2 Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, hold up Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, wait, nah Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, ok Fuck you, fuck you, everybody
(Verse) Stupid I break your pectoral breast plate open And leave your chest soaking in red While I'm smoking 'em all burrow red Thorough bread get up a gun, next I'll spit in your lung Then mess along the jaw, your teeth and your tongue I'm stuck to violent thoughts like the track to violent courts We act all out of sort like a mac and a hand of the law Handling all you with a tact that attack broad You're like a gap stall package with wack product of law I whore you , all you ,killer reanimate Then slice you with a scythe through your psychical database Until you glimmer our hope's gone, I prolong your faith until your faith kicks in and kick your face in Sir Lily queen and Jean and only 65 percent Still murder 'cause I go further every time I vent I love everybody, nope just kidding I'm prone to having visions of slugging everybody Pity God rap demi-God pocket of pennies Lock it down like I'm Annie with a shot full of henny You saying quack or rerap I keep it black like a jet of pan africans With markers guard beat flying us back The fist raise carve dissuade steps Like a switchblade stuck in your side fucking you in it Jean Grae bringing a new era, fuck the name From now on refer to me only as Hera
(Hook) x2 Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, hold up Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, wait, nah Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, ok Fuck you, fuck you, everybody
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