clipping. - something they don't know (wettworker remix) lyrics
[intro: daveed diggs]
sb, what up
h+llfyre club, what up
it’s clipping, b+tch
tell them something they don’t know
[verse 1: daveed diggs]
the thing about murder is it’s a mess
the thing about hiring k!llers is payment is stressful
the thing about living long is regret
but sh+t, sometimes you just got to pull the f+cking trigger
prophetic profiteering pop a pill in a park
and wheeling around on a segway calling it a metaphor
you on that next sh+t
what you get sh+t
a synthetic sense of being
stop on a hill in the dark and dealing
what sounded like deadweight
calling up jennifer she on that x sh+t, no s+x sh+t
she sells cialis by the seaside out the sixth floor balcony apartment
he bows when he enters a touch of class ‘fore he touch that ass
and she never suspected the geriatric motherf+cker would pull something fast
it was the last move he ever made so
needless to say she was on some not today sh+t and
even it came when you met up with her for the date like
d+mn, if you had any game at all it could have been a h+ll of a weekend
but instead you got stabbed in the f+cking chest
[hook: daveed diggs]
cause you ain’t know who the f+ck you were dealing with
talking about your dough like it’s bakers in the building, b+tch
you couldn’t even blow if the d+ck was in between your lips
c+ck back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherf+cker
the baller’s in the building
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
give a f+ck about your feelings
unless you
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
[verse 2: sb the moor]
yo, the old n+gga’s dead
new n+gga step up, never gave a f+ck
living in his head
b+tch texts some cops sharing milky puffs
but he more about his bread, uh
so when he had heard the n+gga had knitted up red
carte blanche motherf+cker
he had a couple of bumps and his nerves was lead
headed to the hnic’s eyes
ice tea, he driving on the 101, tired of asking nicely
she said “get your ass some paper, life’s pricey
and if you want this p+ssy, get with it, fit it with ice
icy is always better, that’s the way that i see it”
d+mn, she right though
and this sh+t is flight or fight, bro
but the flight ain’t getting you nothing
so you better stick to the night, yo
get your ass some nighttime vision
and no no one hears your plight, so
you best turn lead to steel
better go and get your ass right, go
walk through the door, doorman laughs (hahaha) but he don’t say nothing
he probably thinking he bluffing
soft n+gga who stuffed with stuffing
but he god d+mn serious, (grr!)
n+gga probably thinks he’s delirious, (huh?)
but the bomb strapped to his chest gonna explain how d+mn clear he is (hahahaha!)
[hook]
cause you ain’t know who the f+ck you were dealing with
talking about your dough like it’s bakers in the building, b+tch
you couldn’t even blow if the d+ck was in between your lips
c+ck back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherf+cker
the baller’s in the building
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
give a f+ck about your feelings
unless you
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
[verse 3: nocando]
i feel like a young heihachi mishima
my bloodline is the product of demons
f+cking with this young hollywood model
she don’t so drugs so she probably bulimic, alright
i’m sliding through the city intravenous
smelling like a struggle and feeling like completion
i’m too seasoned, don’t rhyme without a reason
give me 300 million rupiah, yea i’m feeling indonesian, right
look into my iris you might glimpse my soul
my best friend just got off a high risk parole
we’ve been through ups and downs in life’s give’s and go’s
don’t f+ck with us tonight cause we so happy we could fight
[hook]
cause you ain’t know who the f+ck you were dealing with
talking about your dough like it’s bakers in the building, b+tch
you couldn’t even blow if the d+ck was in between your lips
c+ck back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherf+cker
the baller’s in the building
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
give a f+ck about your feelings
unless you
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
[verse 4: open mike eagle]
we all assorted bones thrown in a sack of flesh
i wonder what that actress gets for being on the bachelorette
i don’t know what’s on all my broken rap cassettes
but i won’t trash them yet
and i don’t know why
i’m in a crew with all solo guys
we got our own secret language
plus our logo’s fly
i really think so
like i was turning j+panese
i also think you can make poison from churning appleseeds
so don’t drink with me
i ate a gummy bear recently that put me on every possible frequency
i bet you didn’t know that sh+t
mission accomplished
this is a pompous missive++admittedly, it’s dishonest
[verse 5: daveed diggs]
if the skeletons in your closet are having a quinceañera
then it’s probably time to open the f+ck up
full disclosure: there’s foolies tucked in every crevice you ain’t searched
and your mind is a prime candidate to merk if you would let it
so better run trick (run trick)
cause the game ain’t a game no more it’s a f+cking gun trick (gun trick)
cl!ck, cl!ck, hear that in a dream
with the team that mean on the tongue quick
tick, tick, it’s a bomb in the bas+m+nt
basically stay in the sun, b+tch
cause the vitamin d isn’t necessary
bitter bite on the mind, a reminder of times
you done bit off more than you can chew
should have known this was about monsters
they wait in the closet for you
and you wait in the dark for enlightenment
frozen in a warrior two
how’s your chakra, bro?
when you c+ck the four and peel back your skull like platanos
pop pop
and it goes, and it goes, and it goes (and it goes, and it goes)
and again
pop pop
get low, get low, get low (get low, get low)
gonna pick out a halo, sh+t
chop chop
did you know, did you know, did you know (did you know?)
to be static does he make the automatic go (rawk)
and the body go drop
and the party don’t stop
liquor shot, give a motherf+cker props
[hook]
cause you ain’t know who the f+ck you were dealing with
talking about your dough like it’s bakers in the building, b+tch
you couldn’t even blow if the d+ck was in between your lips
c+ck back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherf+cker
the baller’s in the building
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
give a f+ck about your feelings
unless you
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
tell them something they don’t know
[verse 6: wettworker]
okay you don’t know me
nor do you want to
push the volume
murder all you
have a ball
no room to argue
and i’m shootin’ phonies
hoopin’ codeine
homies be groupin’ loot and trophies
it’s what we all do
linger on a b+tch
finger got an itch
trigger happy
i don’t know you
i dispose you
ignorance is bliss
and my name better not come off your lips
clippin’ full clips, holes in you
i turn your cheddar into swiss
uninvited on a track
fun to write it
want a stack
income’s the outcome
gun ignited, got a rack
you think you gangster?
you think you thug?
people pay me fifty g’s just to get a shrug
more written, more dead
when i spit it’s warhead
b+tch gimme more head
i’m skeetin’ on your forehead
past due? here with a fat crew
comin’ at you
when i gat you
you’re so whack
ain’t worth the tear tattoo
like i taught my youth
never stop to shoot
take her shoppin’ too
to get her suckin’ c+ck in the booth
knockin’ boots
poppin’ cops and truth
got proof
knock ’em loose when i c+ckin’ lockin’ glocks on your tooth
yo
p+wn it if you got it
flaunt it? your wallet i want it
don’t make me make you chomp it
i take to make deposits
let me ponder
it’s been a minute since i’ve lost it
if it’s audible it’s plausible the monster’s out the closet, b+tch
wettworker
remember the name:
bridge burners union
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