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Moves are strategical, behavior cynical Mixing the syllables, they call me a miracle I ain't no Christian, but my come up is biblical Rappers are pussies they’re fucking billable Their mind is creative but stories are fictional Papa was a Don and the history’s cyclical I never dropped disses, I drop the ridicules I’d rather be dead than be the typical Aye, you know I love the tea and the way that she spilling it She knows I love my green and the way she billing it I don't gotta say much to Z, I know he’s feeling it I call him my younger brother for reason, this ain't belittling 12 swarms the Freedom Square, what do they protect? Judging my walk but it’s straight, cuh I come correct Your type of type beats ain’t getting me impressed If you got something to say, then say it from your chest I don’t need villas I need a sanctuary The life is a movie, sometimes it’s getting scary Your last wish, wouldn’t be necessary Woods will have you 6 feet deep, forget the cemetery (Yo) Dubai heat crazy humidity High-born prick, I’m the nobility Might go underground, fuck the publicity Bars be toxic as fuck, check the acidity 2 black cars, 4 doors in total Front seat occupied by someone’s daughter Luring me up, tryna tell me that she is a model But I'm only interested in horizontal Yeah, I can take your bitch to candy shop, cuh my pen stays sharp, Cream of crop, take a toke and give them smoke like Pop Wonder if this shit gon ever stop, вечно в пиздецах, Видимо мать была права, сука, я весь в отца Cause who the fuck am I? Am I the guy that’s struggling to fall asleep at night Or maybe one that makes the music that they bang The good guy or the bad guy The tits guy or the ass guy The bow and tie or ride or die The locked-in or the high life The wagwarn or the how’s life Stay low-key or the lime light The London or the Dubai Assalamu alaikum 'yaakhi or the “Hi, Mate” The dine-in or the drive by Fake twat or the real guy The fuck around or act right The classic box or muay-thai The Gods gift or the cursed child The clear mind or the one with problems in his head guy Nobody told me being conscious is confusing Cause I am everything and nothing at the same time It’s Ato
Ato Woody — Revenge
«Revenge» — Ato Woody. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:07. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
