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letra de fuck talib kweli - lord lu c n

[verse 1]
i hold my nuts like they hand grenades, i’m ready to blow
i bet a n-gga be open minded with this tec to his skull
i keep my phone by my d-ck, so when i get a call
i can feel what you want, i’m good for [?] and i don’t give a f-ck
a n-z- vampire and i rep that sh-t
’cause i bet i’ll k!ll any n-gga disrespect my clique
respect my d-ck, i’m a heathen, i ain’t no lyricist b-tch
i pull up to talib’s nursing home and i shoot that sh-t
i gotta kickstand d-ck, yo b-tch gon’ lean on this

[chorus]
said shut up b-tch, what up b-tch?
in this b-tch, in this b-tch
i’ma pop, like a zit
f-ckin’ with a dog but a n-gga get bit
f-ckin’ with the law but a n-gga get hit
f-ckin’ with a n-gga like me, i’m lit
f-ckin’ with a n-gga like me, i’m lit
f-ckin’ with a n-gga like me, i’m lit (yeah)
huh, huh, huh, get it get it, huh, huh
put a hole in a n-gga fitted like, huh
ha, hey! (ahaha)
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh!

[verse 2]
old -ss n-gga he in a wheelchair, ooh
i’ma fold that n-gga like he a lawn chair, ayy
n-gga need rogaine
i’m hank hill with this propane
all a n-gga spit is flame
and then i dash off like the new dame, d-mn
flame on, ooh, game on, ooh
game on, ooh, shame on you, b-tch
game on, who, shame on you, old f-ck n-gga
i’m donald duckin’ all you c-ck suckers
i’m the wrong n-gga to ever f-ck with
got a whole guest list
i’ma k!ll off any rapper that’ll ever come and test this
uh, n-gga got one song, uh yeah, just to get by
uh yeah, and that sh-t went bronze
uh yeah, pull up on a n-gga like

[verse 3]
i listened to black star for mos def
send all your beats back to hi-tek
all your fans deaf, old or dead
and your last album went charcoal
sh-t shouldn’t have a barcode
beat a n-gga with a bar stool
fitted hats in leather chaps
n-gga who the f-ck are you?
now when a n-gga google you
it’s just gon’ be your obituary
your career died with chappelle’s show
and your hairline look temporary
tell me how you tweet me from a jitterbug
and your next album named “life alert”
“help i’ve fallen and i can’t get up”
that’s how i felt when i heard it get hot first
on [black planet?] tryna bag b-tches
your kids embarr-ssed and i know it’s true
please stay off the internet
’cause these young n-ggas don’t f-ck with you
them old n-ggas don’t f-ck with you
your own n-ggas don’t f-ck with you
that’s why every n-gga you came up with
got fame quick and excelled you
minnesota don’t f-ck with you
[?] don’t f-ck with you
lil durk don’t f-ck with you
and your own wife don’t f-ck with you
n-gga yo kids ain’t yo kids
they kanye’s, i got the proof
hehe, haha, haaaa

[outro]
[?]
shut the f-ck up, you twice my age
i’m tryna take your daughter to the prom, n-gga
f-ck wrong with you
go ahead, say some political refugee
camp bullsh-t, n-gga we don’t give a f-ck
go comb yo beard, egg head -ss n-gga

- lord lu c n

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