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untitled (prod. j dilla) - salemkuma lyrics

they don’t wanna hear this sh*t
i don’t really give a f*ck though
the weight i carry around feel like a truck load
if i walk up into the function and say “what’s up hoe”
you better hide cause you b*tches are outta luck bro

i do believe in god, but it’s different cause i f*cking hate him
these little b*tches signing hebrew, reading for verbatim
you taking orders from the game and they just causing mayhem
why you people tryna sit here giving ultimatums

every day is like a sunday, and i’m starting not to give a f*ck
your brokеr really trade you in just for a b*tch to f*ck
and i know it don’t seem difficult to hit you up
but i simply feel a bother so i sit and duck(?)

nastily, [?] you еnd up fast asleep
masterly, make you trust me, end up in catastrophe
actually, in your grave alive so you die naturally
agony, when i pull up, god it’s just a fallacy

aye, sn*tchin’ up your shorty in mercedes benz
i’m not the only one, your lady told me she has many men
if she say im cappin’, then just ask about the baby then
ask about her bodies, she say probably two or maybe ten
i want a good life, that’s what i’m tryna f*cking manifest
[?]
[?]
he talking sh*t, this man obsessed
these p*ssies know that i’m the best
these b*tches really can attest
that words from me, are [?]

and the world is gonna end, and your people will cry
and you’ll just look at the sky, just sitting wondering why
you wasted all of your time
you always lazy and eyeing
and you can’t seem to accept the fact
that you’re gonna die

it’s a sad case
why this life go at a fast pace
i just roam the f*cking dirt and make a mad face
you motherf*ckers always seem to leave a bad taste
watch yo tone, not in the mood, i had a bad day

flip the [?] with the paper, it’s full of cat p*ss
b*tch [?], p*ssy smoking on molasses
spin around the [?], i caught you f*ckers on an axis
you don’t got the power, need to go right back to practice
p*ssy boy be talkin’, i don’t even pay attention
they just run they f*cking mouth, always blowing up my mentions, i
like to [?] building up detention
when there’s f*ckers [?]away into suspension
at a red light
b*tch you better keep your f*cking head tight
come here beat my ass, cause that was what you f*cking said right
i know if i see you in real life, you gon’ be dead weight
let’s quit the f*cking talking so we can*

and i’m feeling like im odb, you hoes see me
you b*tches got some bony knees, you so easy
i p*ss upon the holy see, i’m smoking tree, on the altar
going against me will leave you slaughtered

n0body wanna know how ak*ma is feelin’
he’s p*ssed off, hating god, for the cards he been dealen
cause god don’t give ak*ma more time for his healing
ak*ma woke up dead, sent shots to the ceiling

mister microphone checker
alpha, the omega
i’m the big steppa’
put your face right on a sweater
don’t touch [?] i sock you, i’m a wrecka’
word to my pops, i’m strong, just like a mecha
mister microphone checker
alpha, the omega
i’m the big steppa’
put your face right on a sweater
don’t touch [?] i sock you, i’m a wrecka’
word to my pops, i’m strong, just like a mecha

- salemkuma lyrics

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