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fes taylor - broken wings lyrics

[sample:]
knowing he can’t fly…
would you take the bar from a little bity baby
and you know he gonna cry…

[fes taylor:]
you take the food out my son mouth, you stupid
before i see him cry, i pull my gun out and shoot it
i got b-tches run around boosted, my crew flip
like chinese n-gg-s in kung-fu flicks
me and l.i.s. siamese twins, what’s closer than that
i pin n-gg-s to the wall, like a poster with tacks
no h-m-, n-gg-s talk sh-t, hoping i won’t clap
so i point it at they face, they like ‘don’t do that’
rappers on major labels, and they don’t go gold
i’m an independent artist, did more than what you sold
clowns run around, put dirt on my name
til i spaz out, dirt on they frame, i bury n-gg-s like
portersfield bodies, i’m from staten island
home of the real gotti, killah hill lobbies
i’m by the elevator, f-ck it, will i tell a hater?
i hate me to, sh-t i’m getting h-lla paper
2 fly, too high, lower cl-ss n-gg-s
pull up in the new five, blowing past n-gg-s
standing on the corner where cops har-ss n-gg-s
plus we got beats, so choppers’ll blast n-gg-s
we choppers newsflash n-gg-s, these new -ss n-gg-s
is -ss n-gg-s, better ask n-gg-s, ask n-gg-s
see the last n-gg-s try to ban the word n-gg-
go ahead sue me, f-ck it, i got cash, n-gg-

“god know why” [x4]

[fes taylor:]
gun on my hip, who running the strip
i have hoes loving the d-ck, some of them strip
quicker than, i can turn ten grams into a brick
i was raised in the zoo of animal ever since
haters p-ssed cause i stay with the latest sh-t
hip hop minds, treat it like my favorite b-tch
greatest to spit, bas-m-nt, cable to switch
we getting mtv money, we rich
homey you still chasing g money sh-t
my pace’ll get me a million, know you n-gg-s is sick
stomach turning, i bubble earning, i f-ck with vernon
my n-gg- sean caught a case out in n.c.
now i’m the don, replace cars with a bentley
what up papi, l.i.s. can’t make it, so he sent me
i stuff empty bags, i play empty labs
but i don’t, f-ck with dirty hoes, prolly give me crabs
i get plenty -ss, rather them give me cash
my n-gg- jimmy past, so i let the semi blast
my energy bast, goku’s highest rated
soul on stage perform like the iron maiden
shock the globe, kinda like you trying raiden
but still got a kind heart like my uncle ramon
you can’t tame him, cause i’m a wild wolf
how could you blame him, even cages couldn’t change him
famous or not, i still cook it up, like
amos on the block, we entertainers that’ll pop
your time ticking like satan on the clock
so when i tell him go to h-ll, i’m just waiting for a shot

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