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letra de bags under my eyes - muze sikk

i ain’t playin no f-cking games no more
i ain’t taking f-cking breaks no more
i ain’t f-cking with these lames no more
i ain’t playing no f-cking games no more

i don’t need a day off
it’ll only turn to habit
bags under my eyes
i don’t have no time for napping
catalyze my dreams
while you slow your roll homie
starring in my show
better know your roll homie

(hook)
ain’t n0body f-cking with me

better know your roll homie
better row your boat homie
better woke than broke homie
better smoke your dope homie

k!lling em off with the illest -ssault
butch man been building his building real tall
laid the foundation while you laying down
i’m up with birds at the crack of the dawn

cackling laughing at actors they lasting as long as it takes to remaster a master
and capture the m-sses with apertures focused
i cuss cuz like what
too bad you can’t f-ck
with my myriad
carry my sins on my back till it’s snaps
and i’m back to the negative outlook perhaps
maybe i’ll k!ll em while spillin some facts

putting in time while you sit on your -ss
this is not hours
this days in the lab
this is not ours
your lazy and trash

recycle my writing
i’m teaching a cl-ss

your style don’t fit like an outfit that clash

color my wonderful canvas with stubborn tenac
city of pitiful children
belligerent

y’all ain’t on sh-t
i’m a fly to the bidness
biding my time while i ride out beginnings
this is the part where i start to reap winnings
this is the part where i stick with the grinning

smile a while at all of my guinea
piggies
i bet you they put me in guinness
sipping a guinness rewriting my writtens
this is the part where i ask if your kidding ?

you honestly think you can f-ck with the boss?
ain’t none of y’all f-cking with sikk
so get lost

(hook)
ain’t n0body f-cking with me

this is that sh-t that you talking about
this is that sh-t that’ll walk you around
the park or the block it don’t matter mf now listen i pop
fake mcs in a second
y’all ain’t on sh-t i wreak havoc
now they getting mad cuz i ain’t stopping
stab em
with the lyrical bullets
you wishing id stop it; a knife in my back
f-ck you b-tch you ain’t on sh-t
preach in the pulpit
you mf know who the best and its butch
i never spit bullsh-t
never spit bogus
what you lack is focus
swarm like some locusts
when im on the track
i shoot and reload it
this sh-t is explosive
f-ck your emotions; im not condoning
nothing but dopest
every time im singing my opus

(hook)
ain’t n0body f-cking with me

- muze sikk

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