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bleek - rebel lyrics

hook ( quincy the dreamer & nino)

you look like who¿
come gimme dome
like a coug__ar
now you just fuc’d
with my crew!
n-gga come fuc with the god
stacking the paper like mwah!

sending you bullets
like haah! x2

i’m on the roll n-gga

verse ( quincy the dreamer)

feeling the vibe that she giving me now
ill-strating the position she loves
my d got the hickeys,sign from above
freenation the army ,so bring all your guns
mental illness i just party with nuns
try to diss us,that’s a h-ll of a shot
if you a phony ,we just never reply
if you are dope,no one can deny
i bank my feelings in a whole lotta ways
bang my hunnies in a whole lotta styles
i run the block in a whole lotta fashion
you just bluffing ,i can tell in your eyes
and i got wifey,must be finer than gold
i’m a king baby do what you’re told
i stick to codes like i’m learning to drive
i k!lled my anger now i’m feeling alive

shoulders are raised
i’m commander in chief!
you cannot fuc
wth the trees that i sheesh!
three some or nothing
that’s how i roll !
her curves remind me
of that blackberry bold!
if she think i’m pretty
i just bless her with d!
i hate the sober feeling
gimme my drugs !!
im just thuggin
but don’t call me a thug!!!
it’s now or never
we just robbing a bank!!!!
hoo!
chorus ( quincy the dreamer & nino)

you look like who¿
come gimme dome
like a coug –ar
now you just fuc’d
with my crew!
n-gga come fuc with the god
stacking that paper like mwah!
sending you bullets
like haah!

verse 2 ( bleek)

look you don’t wanna see me p-ssed off
my att-tude’s magnitude weighed a d-mn ton
they claim to be rulers but 30 centimetres could measure the god b-tch flyer than a pelican
son of god in a synagogue ,pray so we sin again i figured i’m p-ssed off this lyrical pistol is a permanent pit-stop
i spit led for street cred
i did that in a split sec so sit back and relax i’m coming in for 3laps uh!
(how you gon say that i ain’t bodied that)
look around b-tch occupied body bags
somebody call a nurse somebody call a he-rs- somebody call a priest this verse is cursed preach this godly odd kiid don’t need deliverance!
f-ck i just sinned again
i’m bout to sin again
baptised in the walls of a muhf-cken synagogue bleek…

verse 3 (nino)

n-gga i been whippin whips like whippin slavery
chain all gold brain gon bomb
screw your opinions theres nothing to say to me
explosion d-mn blow up
on a new level of using mentality freenation screw patients
blow up on all these mannerless haters official trappers f-cking up ur day cause they dont get the factors about keeping it trill
we jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy for real
say the style is ill well then gimme a deal, swaggin swaggin gatta show em sk!ll coz we build this sh-t like an automobile from the ground up i could tell a funken like surround sound
n-gga u ain’t winning game times up gatt me fired up im like burning matches lit as lion matches
anger plus the p-ssion makes a deadly menace beater llike a panel crystal like a palace cut throat clear i state my msg build to be savage grabbing on her baggage note to all that hear me the freenation sticks humping on this b-tch they called hiphop on beats !
f-ck ur hype i gatt bars and ya moola ya b-tch…

chorus ( quincy the dreamer & nino)

you look like who¿
come gimme dome
like a coug –ar
now you just fuc’d
with my crew!
n-gga come fuc with the god
stacking that paper like mwah!
sending you bullets
like haah!

the end…

- bleek lyrics

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