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Текст песни Atmosphere - WND

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[Slug]It`s summer, and I`m chillin on my steps with my little crewJust like the videos, just like all the little rappers doWe voice love to the heads we know that walk pastSunshine and smilin, Livin out of a shot glassAnd I talk fast when it comes to girlsHey baby I`m just a nut tryin to fuck a squirrelMaybe we could shut the world upLet some slug into your lifeSuddenly she hypes an eyebrow up, like"What do you mean?" and I start buggin like"If I was to fallowed you home would you keep meWould you feed me, would you pet meWould I fuck you till your sleepy?"She said I`m creepy, and walked offToo late, I already got off on the fact you even stoppedYou knew I`d treat you like an objectYou knew I was a rapper, you knew it was the trendFor us rapper men to disrespect women infront of friendsNonetheless; here comes that kid Sean that I used to be cool withWent to school with, now this kid is talkin fool shitGettin supper touchy with his lips abouthow I stuck his bitch supposedlyWhat the fuck is this supposed to beSean`s got nuts, hes alone, I`m wit crewNow tell me what the fuck I`m supposed to doI spew. Look (???) makes believers of cartoonsAnd I happen to know your bitch sleeps in until the afternoonHonestly, my man, you don`t bother meCause Everybody bleeds, now go and ask your seed who his father be[Chorus]I`m like "What, What" (I`m like) "What Kid What"I`m like "What, What" (I`m like) "What Kid What"I`m like "What, What" (I`m like) "What Kid What"I`m like "What, What" (I`m like) "What Kid What"[Slug]Now Sean kicked my ass, I ain`t gonna lie, ain`t gonna laughIt wasnt fun, but fuck `em, I`ma get my gunShit like that gets done in the world of rapIf they pushin on ya vibe, you just a pussy if it slidesSo I sprint up three flights, Get into the feet whipe on the doorDraggin dirt and blood on the rug, and the wood floorCouldn`t believe my squad just stood there and watchedWord to God, this boy tellin me to blame it on my cockI`m amped, and I`ma shoot every motherfucker out thereI`m ill, and I`m gonna prove that shit when I get back downstairsInto the bedroom, my passion aimed at the closetVisualizing the top shelf, thats where the shoebox isI push the top up, enough to fit my hand inReach into the box in a frenzy, realizing that it`s emptyHand rests in the box, head festers in an open stunThen I remember, I don`t even own a gun[Chorus]"What, What" (I`m like) "What Kid What"I`m like "What, What" (I`m like) "What Kid What"I`m like "What, What" (I`m like) "What Kid What"I`m like "What, What" (I`m like) "What Kid What"I`m like "What, What, (I`m like) "What Kid What"I`m like "What, What, What Kid What"I`m like "What, What, What Kid What"I`m like "What, What" (I`m like) "What Kid What"I`m like "What, What, What, What"[Outro]Writers Never DieWriters Never DieWriters Never DieWriters Never Die

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