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tlerngy don – shook ones lyrics

[intro]
yeah
to all the k!llers and the hundred dollar billers
i think hundred coffin will do man
there’s a lot of lames i need to k!ll out here
don’t turn up the beat
they all need to hear me
(but i do trap hip hop)
f-ck that sh-t
y’all just can’t write lyrics

somebody call 10111
before i shoot verses
like the bible is on the machine gun x4

[verse 1]
they like jeffrey dahmer back, y’all should call the police
i’m pulling sleeves
this ain’t child play, you kids
i wanna murder you n-ggas
murder you n-ggas
murder you n-ggas
my name is tlerngy don, tlerngy capo
tlerngy the k!ller
f-ck ya’ll
you don’t impress me, i like it cl-ssic
my rhymes positive, ain’t no need to f-cking test me
yeah i’m super sick and i think you love my disease
that’s why you listen even though i spit hiv
sick bars and k!ll y’all
i smoke y’all like cigars
moving up, you going down like a water fall, i see ya
yeah i’m just that n-gga
to diss ya and k!ll ya
just to prove i’m sicker than nelson mandela
whatever! i’m better, i’m greater
i mean y’all pay attention, sh-t, i got rich haters
it’s my aim to meet lames and stab y’all to death
wanted k!ll the king, sh-t! nearly k!lled myself
i’m the king, you heard?
this is the rap jungle, you eat or get eaten
beat or get beaten
its survival of the fittest
got my reason for no sleep man, all in all
crazy how i still dream, i’m x the boy
you can even call me andre, man i’ll leave ’til 3000
i love to keep it old school like your f-cking granny’s closet
switching ladies like a pimp man you still f-cking your hand
i do it big that’s why i’m not on tv man
you bad i’m bad too
you fast i’m fast too
difference is what you are
multiply by 2
by 2
by 2, by 2
by 2

[hook]
son, they shook
ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
they shook

ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
they shook x2
ain’t no such things as halfway crooks

these coffins ain’t enough
bring more, there’s a lot of lames i need to k!ll out her

[verse 2]
you don’t respect me, you don’t respect hip hop
i’m a rap king, f-ck it, i’m a rap god
rap don, i rap on this beat man and k!ll y’all
with sick flows, no handcuffs
once you there, you f-cked up
swear this rappers ain’t sh-t
ain’t got no beef
just eat a d-ck, every time when i spit
don’t pay less, i end cliques(cl!cks)
yo, sicker than these hoes
selling p-ssy by the streets yo
i do it big, you know my last name show
i’m that bad dude, joey ain’t bad enough
i’m a bad -ss
my punchlines can knock tyson, right?
they told me i can’t fight the feeling, i just k!lled it
last name turned to peace, first name rest in
yeah i’m beasting
bring a coffin to the studio
and keep it open for my opponents
yeah i might be younger mind older than your father’s
higher! than the visions of a rasta
who wanna try me?
i ain’t got no buddy once i get behind the mic
no lotto b-tch you won’t be lucky
every rapper dying, no lying
f-ck it, i k!ll it, feel it
like a g*nius, on the street sh-t
i’m the street king, at age 16, man it’s history
i be chill with martin luther man, once i’m dead
like a legend, y’all be fans
yeah
f-ck rap, i just tell you how i feel on the beat
let me stop f-cking around, messing around
stop the sh-t i’m doing for now, at least for once
lemme tell you how i feel
finna murder these kids
out her claiming they are kings
(peace)

[hook]

[outro]
living the live that of diamonds and guns
there’s numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
some get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones
they ain’t crooks son, they just shook ones

- tlerngy don lyrics

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