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saskilla – come 2 da show lyrics

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she wana come to the shows
life ain’t a th+rn it’s a rose
gotta take highs with the lows
she want the blow for the nose
ain’t selling an i ain’t involved
on the road gotta honour the code
if you don’t getta hole inda dome
loui v from my head to my toe

they wanna come around talking this big stuff
they know deep down that they haven’t got credit
moma told me that wen we was growing up
she had to take medication for headaches
only move for seven digits
i’ll pop ya eye out for the spinach
we bring the sticks but this ain’t quidditch
make a profit then a flip it

take grime
switch dat
make dat pop
rave scene
big tune
make that drop
jus mum
i never had no pops
so manaman gotta repay lots
since grime
i seen nuff s+x drugs
and crime
that justifies
who what where why
jus cross the line
now he’s got money on his head he’s crucified
rahhhhhhh
arividerchi gone by 7:30
met the plug at 7:15
then a did him dirty
now they know my name from here to alberquqe
ma enemies together wana get man gone
them man ain’t on the flex mans on
even back when the flex made songs
ugly ducklings that became swans
ain’t never bina spitter like godson
mediocre with the lyrics ain’t an option
battling a bagger dem n+gga dis ain’t capcom
if a wana battle am bringing a pump action
swinging witta n+gga
that’s thinking to pull back one
tongue dance all on the ridden
like mike jackson
they don’t want none of me n+gga a go mad dumb
rahhhh rahhhh rahhhh
they don’t want some

she wana come to the shows
life ain’t a th+rn it’s a rose
gotta take highs with the lows
she want the blow for the nose
ain’t selling an i ain’t involved
on the road gotta honour the code
if you don’t getta hole inda dome
loui v from my head to my toe

they wanna come around talking this big stuff
they know deep down that they haven’t got credit
moma told me that wen we was growing up
she had to take medication for headaches
only move for seven digits
i’ll pop ya eye out for the spinach
we bring the sticks but this ain’t quidditch
make a profit then a flip it
so i sped up
guess i was fed up
of living with my head
an found a set up
the credit rating average of my ends is was low
i flip scripts an took trips on them back road almost got myself set in my death bed
i feel like i’m rewriting my perception
i feel the best stories ever writtens were questions
i feel my lyrics empowered with black excellence
subjects to complex, i perplex em
the singularity no humanity to riddems
my popularity going public just like k!lling
of a young villain
if you believe in good or bad it’s still bone chillin
but your willing to throw stones from glass house
i malcolm x my targets
not dark brown
r.i.p to the brother
my minds blacker than the chambers inside the pyramids
vibrational energy of a black star
you could die when in range no survivalism
my minds a prison
there’s bars on pages describing the life i’m im living
your cypher isn’t ready for my vibe or lyrics
you’ll die most likely from your entitlism
a laugh at the idea your thought your wiser than him
anybody tries it with him
he’ll fry them an leave only the child and women
she wana come to the shows
life ain’t a th+rn it’s a rose
gotta take highs with the lows
she want the blow for the nose
ain’t selling an i ain’t involved
on the road gotta honour the code
if you don’t getta hole inda dome
loui v from my head to my toe

they wanna come around talking this big stuff
they know deep down that they haven’t got credit
moma told me that wen we was growing up
she had to take medication for headaches
only move for seven digits
i’ll pop ya eye out for the spinach
we bring the sticks but this ain’t quidditch
make a profit then a flip it



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