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triple777 - hold nothing back lyrics

187 how i k!ll every beat
only take the reefer out my mouth to spit up on yo feet
its disrespect to you and everyone you know
put my thumbs up on yo eyelids then i push em through yo sk!ll
787 t7 finna blow got them crisp 808 sounds you know that he my boy
drive by fast leavin rubber on the road we gotta zip inside the trunk but motha f+ckas dont want smoke
ya diggg
ugh
suck my fuggin d+ck
you just rapping about rapping motha f+ckas cannot spit
im exposing every bracket every time i f+ckin spit
and i know that you be mad that you be salty cause ima white kid
ugh yuh
i hold nothing back i gotta problem with you f______
all you motha f+ckas whack
you never felt pain
you actin real sad but you never fеlt pain
you only f+ckin hard cause you motha f+ckin g+y
you pretending that you crazy causе you think this is a game
i feel this everyday
enigma is my brain
it fills me up with hate
it fills me up with rage
everyday the f+ckin same
anxiety dont feel safe
every motha f+ckin person on this earth is f+ckin fake
how many times do i gotta f+ckin say
this whole generation chasing names and the fame

- triple777 lyrics

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