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alex wiley & kembe x - fuck em lyrics

[verse 1: kembe x]
see a nigga move through the room with a real slick sliver
don’t get bit b-tch nigga
write your raps, eat beats, get fat, come around nigga i haven’t had a meal since dinner
tell me something i didn’t know
huntin’ down folders little did they know
back by poppa, little man, young loose thick b-tch, slim hips
lookin like a cheerio
uh, bound to the leaves like yeezus
and don’t ask me, “do i look like jesus?”
a lot of motherfuckers follow me like sheep
promise land is a cliff, gon’ land in the deep end
and i will never depend
free my niggas up in d-pen
watch me, read books, let your mind deep
war goin’ on outside, i’ma sleep it
nigga can’t rest, bare bends demons
nigga what the fuck am i gon’ sleep in
follow me down to the pit, don’t trip
you should be surprised that your relatives is recent
residents, neighbors, elements dangerous, the population raised, the president changes
mama said i’m a little angel
with titties wrapped rap niggas might save

[hook: kembe x]
fuck em’
and if you want a problem i got all 12 gangs
fuck em’
my niggas wanna rob em and all that way, shit
fuck em’
usually the torch get p-ssed, but i’ma just tank
fuck em’
they say this is competition but y’all just snakes
fuck em’

[interlude: alex wiley]
don’t give no fucks what they talkin’ bout
don’t give no, dont give no fucks what they…..

[verse 2: alex wiley]
i just keep turning them tables
they just keep telling them fables
i am not steady or stable
but b-tch i’m ready and able
i am rebellious by nature
eat shrooms and be one with the nature
i cannot fuck with a faker
salmon with lemon and capers
please do not fuck with the team, oh
whole oz stuffed in my jeans, oh
that tangerine to the dream, oh
i am inhaling the steam, oh
i am propelling a dream, oh
i am just selling to fiends, oh
they do not see what it means, oh
get this money so it seems, oh
i was just back to that, black on tracks
i was out for a sec, but i’m back, back on track
please get the fuck out my habitat
sing like a asthma attack, we ain’t having that
don’t give no fo’ if they talking ’bout it
my shit so cold, eat yo -ss like an avalanche
don’t give no fo’ if they talking ’bout it
if they ain’t fucking with that, they don’t have a task

- alex wiley kembe x lyrics

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