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lirik lagu $tocksquad - tired (take two)

[intro: abdul karim]
this is abdul karim checking in for the remix
the voice of hip-hop and rnb
0955 in the molt of in morning yeah
and i’m sorry about that folks
we’re here in london to celebrate our little friend anton jorméus
and i’m so tired of my life and so tired of cheese, cows and everything around me
this is a rap song n-ggas
i’m tired of my life
little, little, little
little, little, people
(brap brap)

[verse 1: ax]
okey, yeah let’s do it
yeah
this whiskey got me tipsy where my fish and chipsy
so f-cking trippy disney dizzy
still able to throw money like a freesbee
stockholm sh-tty pretty city
pretty windy when i’m blowing out the loud on my couch
b-tches better bow down cause i got to take the crown
t-tties jumping up and down dubai bound
hennessey in the tax-free
smoking in the backseat, p-ss out in a g6
i didn’t talk sh-t, about a week ago
(week ago)
still a hoe, take it to bordeaux

[verse 2: waxboi & the serbian k!ller]
lambo, ‘rari, punani, m-sserati
naughty, bugatti
f-cked my daddys nanny, annie

(yeah, this is what we do out here)
(don’t touch meek mill)
(free meek mill)
(no, don’t touch him)
(free gucci)
(don’t dear set him loose)
(i live for this, boi)
(fake n-ggers won’t make it back)
(rest in peace, kenta g)
(i’ve been shot twice)
(you know stars are made, not born)
(i’m a mermaid)
(my love is a b-tch)
(f-ck my daughters)
(okey, let’s go)
(okey, let’s do it)

[verse 3: apeman]
bars for days, i’m getting blazed
you’re running in the wrong lane, this ain’t a race
oh, now it’s over
game over
i’m going so hard, you think i’m the hova
put your hands up
pistol poppin’
heads be boppin’
f-ck a b-tch so hard bed be rockin’
this is not a game
this is gangsta rap
i’m calling out all the rappers that think they can rap

[verse 4: jazzyjonka]
i’m sippin’ bumble bee
out in baltic sea
on my way to the motherf-cking grand prix
russia in november
you a gold member?
(hahah)
free dulee homie
(smell my feet midgets)
born in t-town
and we don’t back down
i lived in cape town
it’s full of light browns
n-gga slow down
(word)
jonka p-ssed out

(i’m tired of ices)
(that’s the sh-t man)
(take me too the sheeps)
(p-ss the weed n-gga)
(i’m from mordor)
(don’t f-ck my mom n-gga)
(f-ck his mom n-ggers)
(stop talking about n-ggers)
(i’m tired of sheeps)
(don’t f-ck my grandfather)
(oh, yeah, come on)

[verse 5: wee-dog]
i’m the wee-dog
rolling down the street
smoking leaves
aw, yeah, i’m so high
that we n-gga fly
i’m dodging paparazzis all around
the ape is so weak
he can not rap for sh-t
i’m the flyest motherf-cker round this sh-t, yeah
(yeah boi)
(turn up n-gga)
(i’m so f-cking turned up)
(let’s do it)
(k!ll ’em)

[verse 6: ragstar]
coming straight out of visby
that sounds cheesy, but let me introduce to you the swedish version of khaleesi
i am the ragstar
i drive a sh-t car
but you know that don’t matter cause i play sitarr
i make the big place
i got rhymes for days
sit back, relax, while i blow up this place

[verse 7: hank the tank]
i tasting the money in the dope
and i feeling the hope
b-tches getting high and i want to touch the sky

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