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Caliph - Dummy текст песни

Исполнитель: Caliph

альбом: Immigrant Of The Year


Look, I don't got to bang or sell weight
My everyday life is a fed case
Couple of monkeys up on my back
And I carry them all with the dead weight
She hit my line with the text game
Then hit the snap with a sex tape
I keep the D on silent
So we only be fkin' on Wednesdays
Woo, sheesh, I got to keep the st brief
In hell (inhale) just to excel (exhale)
A nia just learning to breathe
Cold hearted but it's ironic
Cause it's shit that we learned from
The heat Book smart but we only here
From the st that we learned from the
Streets And my nias in love with the cheese
And the thrill of the hunt of the beef
So thinkin' of fkin' with Liph
You might as well play with the cousin of
Sleep I don't play with the cousin of death
I just focus and run up a check Reinvest it and double again
Keep an eye out and duck on the feds
I go dummy, low tummy
Get cash, more money
This the land of milk and honey Nose runny, no funny
I go dummy, low tummy
Get cash, more money
This the land of milk and honey Nose runny, no funny
I don't got to scam or hit licks
I physically fit the description
Black man on a hit list
Pin him for selling prescriptions
Call him for being an immigrant Condemn him
Cause he ain't a Christian He a Muslim, no st kid
Guess it's something you just had to
Mention So Alhamdulillah on the bars
That's how I talk to the lord
Lately I'm talkin' to Forbes
And letting them handle it all in accord I'm something like Bron' on
The court Difference is I had to wash up ashore Ain't here to shut up
And dribble at all I'm crossin' the
Border to get it and ball Okay okay, unhuh unhuh
They saw all the drip and came for the sauce Couldn't get enough and
Came for us all Turned us to slaves
And got us involved Okay okay, unhuh unhuh
Then colonization followed it all
Took all our land, robbin' us all
Then put all their friends as politicians
Okay okay, ah unh ah unh
Nigga enough's enough
We got to do something bruh
It's up to us, these nias is fkin' up
You nias is runnin' up, on one of us
So why ain't you runnin' up
On the ones that are killin' us
Prison us, fk with the kid in us
Then they want to go fk with a kid and nut... (Hah!)
Dummy, low tummy
Get cash, more money
This the land of milk and honey Nose runny, no funny
I go dummy, low tummy
Get cash, more money
This the land of milk and honey Nose runny, no funny

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