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Pinaa

アーティスト：Domo Genesis 

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Live like 9-5, I rhyme and come alive My grind divides fine through my divine eyes It's prime time, you wish you could buy time, but it's my time Thoughts against I, blasphemy, it's like a vice crime I roll 'em thick and I ignite mines I don't even get high, I just get equally back in my right mind I'm getting lethal with these nice lines Creeping through your speakers Catch you sleeping like a thief of in the nighttime Young Doms, none of you niggas correspond, bitch Kick the fuck out of the track on some Jean-Claude shit Get the fuck out of the streets, nigga, I bomb shit Shit ain't all good no more, y'all on your con shit The fuck is your conscience? Testing me is nonsense The whole city is mine, I'm the best up in my conference Ain't feeling me, fine, ain't gotta listen to my shit You can hear about me from the critics all on my dick Bitch, I've been thugging since the motherfucking Ten Speed Redbone on my handlebars, I like my bitches mixed breeds Feel the Philly tighten with a 20 sack of stress weed Educated, at the stove I'm working recipes Reputation say I'm robbing just for recreation Revive my enemy with gun-to-mouth resuscitation Can't wait to this pussy nigga pay me, I'm impatient Let's go kick in their door and strip them naked, leave 'em stinking No witness, no weapon, my nigga, the case is over The reaper snatched 'em, closed casket, his family needs a closure And Moses had ten commandments, Huey had ten points Won't see my homie for ten, dropped him off at the joint Staring at my future in my rear-view Family cried some tears, I got some years, it ain't no issue Mama with the tissue Saw her breaking down, she just might cry a river Murder one, she can't believe she raised that type of nigga I tried to do right, but it only got your boy fucked in the game So I changed my mind, now I'm back on this grind Trying to get this change Niggas hate to see me getting it Travelling packs with a red dot Boy, it ain't your knot, trying to get what you got When the rain and the pain gon' stop Standing on the porch early, no shoes, selling blow in my socks And I was watching for the ghetto bird Ain't got no money for college So all I know is how to sack and how to serve I be damned if I miss another lick for the chips Got me stacking, almost splurging on weed, syrup and whips Niggas around my way be loving it I'm Cadillac'ing, blowing good alligators with the belts to match I got an ounce with an ounce to match, bust it down, get back Hopefully maybe get the clique out the trap I need dough like a bread baker (Amen) 24/7, got ready on the turf, player All day Make 'em hop in the new coupe Nigga, but that ain't nothing new Forgive me for the sinning that they be doing in this business Not using their words to express truth Out in the streets with a screw loose On the Westside I got the juice Just tell me what you trying to do She loving the crew and ain't fucking with you I go where the hood niggas get into it I go where the bad girls go shop Every window tinted but the rooftop



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