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triandro - takeaway north lyrics

verse 1: triandro
yeah
cents in my pocket jangling like a muppet
talk money then ask me how you trying to pop it
cities of steel and cement be reminders
of how the ceo’s rather close up they blinders
hurting my chest, can’t breath like cheap binders
the debts that be affecting me fill binders
the greed of the green leave ya being so blinded
rich ass homes with gates they can’t find us
confiding in therapists, 300 dollar hours
so you can talk about how thе pain you got is ours
holistic, the quick lipped, d+ck tip in lawyers
thе b+tch fit, mut mullet, jittery pit buoyant
always float the boat, tiger 3.14
cut the pie, and i’m wondering who he won for?
limited talent, get chords evoked of snip lord
samurai fashion, drip out with the quick sword, b+tch morgue
sworn into duty by kings of horror movies
releasing my loosies better that what you put p+ssy
all in, i’m balling, but you n+ggas are boring
drinking out the pot, i got arrested in new orleans
four rings, three more, see more, cup grande
grandeur be removing epidemic for your entres
entries to entrepreneurs, unique eunuch
i snip your f+cking ham ‘fore you ever start that movement
hey who is paying they bills to cheap scum
complain a about a job, when you ain’t got one
you acting like you want a french treatment
you swim towards the tube more than motherf+cking seamen
singing now you say the same sh+t we used to
‘we just want peace’ well guess what we used to
we take the piece then take a piece of you
only listen to the violence like viktor do
n+gga
verse 2: zaeysoulaan
pockets drained dry like the sahara
tears running down my face like your girl’s mascara
i got a rich spirit but i’m house poor
eating ramen noodles like it’s a delicacy
i got oodles of problems living in poverty section 8 is a motherf+cker, if i must say
but i’d be happy as h+ll when it’s payday
this for my nappy dread head black folks with the 4c texture
open your ears when i give you this lecture don’t let them crackers keep you in shackles
f+ck that nine to five, cuz no matter dead or alive
you just another rat in the maze but imma get my cheese
i tried to keep it cool but tell uncle sam
i need my 40 acres and a mule
don’t make me grip the tool, i’mma act a fool
pull up in his spot to burn a couple of white hoods

outro
uh
tell ’em
tell ’em what?
tell ’em that them young black boys
they back at it again
up to no good
b+tch

- triandro lyrics

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