Triple 7 Aftalock (Remix)
Doonie, DOEZA, ELEMINO
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Goddamn I been living in a jungle (Jungle) Ain't nobody finna live in a rumble (Hey) Fucking underground shit is my type of Getting better at this shit that I'm in love of (Word) You can't greed money with no hustle uh You can't just sleep and get muscles (Uh) Better work your ass out And before you pass out Don't forget and regret What you really came for mijo Just keep spinning that shit whooh (Hey) Don't stop spitting that shit whooh (Hey) Stop spending money on bitches If they only give you puppy dog kisses Never look a woman by her thickness whooh (Hey) On a soft heart be her witness (Hey) Lovely as a dove on a pink dress When she ain't got no clothes That's a weakness (Wooh) Yuh ELEMINO, DŒZA Back at it again (Hoo!) I be rapping so much bars (Hah) I might go to prison Can't lock me up with a leash I'm the dog of this season There's a reason you put salt and pepper On a chicken See me in my kitchen I be whippin' bitches Like I'm creepin' and love Trust to my brothers Hate to my sinners and nonbelievers When I give my verdict they be getting nervous They know I'm serious with business The realest No capa ca dapa that shits for the weakest Be very meticulous, dealing with Backstabbing killers Pettigrew rat or snitches Two-faced bitches Conniving like Judas uh, 'Cause you never know A stab on your back is a kiss of an animal Makitan, madakpan gani tika 'Sud jud ka's sako nga Ganador Make it a punching bag What I'll use you for Ready your health expenditures Redo your teeth for dentures It's none of my business (No cap) So I better get back to my climbing And these rappers they started declining (Uhuh) I'm like "F*ck what just happened?" "Johnny you too much to handle they started to stu-tu-tu-stutter" They soft as a butter I don't want another to line up in here And get shot Ain't no gunner You know that I gave my pass on your bitch she a stank ass Take a step back, wear a hazmat, face mask Cover your face that's an ass crack (Hah) Don't deny that shit Napa ko'y god-tier diri nga insulto Tambaloslos resultas pagkabogo Sagpaon pag Sandugo Grabe magka dugo Wow I'm like a commando Living in a castle Spartan for my sandal Feed you to my cat that's a Bengal Blow out your candle Bitch I Sleep with my guns in the attic Ain't a gun addict Pencil and paper my automatic (Tutu) Tryna' come up I'ma make you balik Back to my shadow, I'm that cold-hearted You're not ready, bitch Shit We do this in our sleep cuz Y'all not ready for this shit uhm yuh Y'all 'ready know I got that B.D.E From the C-E-B, You better run bitch call them B.F.P I got the propane I'm new in the game, but I want the smoke Do this shit differently Like Apl De, Francis, and Andrew E. They paved the way, I'ma do the same Them OG's depend on me I'm the epitome of villainy in the pit of me Eenie meenie weather any enemy I'm eating all these motherfucking tryna be's My talent and my pen and me That's all I'm gonna need I'm plenty ready, already This shit is sucka free Mao ni, mao nai Shit that you cannot deny I made this shit better when I Had this beat revived Bitch just to kill it and die huh Triple 7, bitch that's after lock More like a triple six, I'm devilish with it F*ck a gimmick Wai patik, wai Patek, walai drink Bitch when I come with it Cause y'all know I'm the man Everything that I do pagexpect Nga wa nataghapan So f*ck triple 7 f*ck all that luck I put in the work cause that's what the f*ck Fucking karma in the kama Shit like its just another bitch But whenever it does There's no need to complicate Basta Cebuano We'll still make our come up Maliit na bagay hindi problemahon Goddammit dali ra solbaron Ayaw labara this shit is simple Ayaw'g anara Mogara that's why I don't do handouts, di ko manita There ain't no us, I ain't Lupita I don't f*ck with you don't ask for a feature Ay sig' dikit, astang kulita Ay sigeg binagsik, pinamay Kay pisik rakas tip sako dick Y'all my sons, you're my kid If this shit makes you think, do it twice I can switch on you bitch You can pick any day of the week Hah bitch 'cause If I gotta body a rapper to show I'm the illest Pick up the mic bitch I'm ready, I'm holding it down I still keep my composure my hair be slick back While I do it uh Queen City in this bitch 2020 won't get to me bitch I'm ending my year with a song When it drop 808's make your face maguba in this bitch (Whooh) Every bit of me is great It embedded all I gotta do Is start it independent, never doubt it, Every sentence, gotta burn the beat to 3rd degree And I put that on my mama, everybody To Luigi to my cousins till the 3rd degree Till even random motherfuckers down the street they can agree, That I got this shit in every motherfucking cell in me, makalagot ang energy 'Cause what I'm never gonna do Is fucking sellout, I'm never selling me
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Written by: Dunne Owen Dagayluan, John Mendoza, Nathan Andrei Elemino
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