Текст песни Godfather Don f Kool Kieth - Voices, слова песни Godfather Don f Kool Kieth

Текст песни Godfather Don f Kool Kieth - Voices

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(Kool Kieth)Yeah....Dr. Strange love...once again I gotta tell you how it is....Verse 1: (Kool Kieth)I used to check out, use the mad route stare at these ugly bitches, sit at the table with frowns with theirstomachs outcellulite for weeks, rules in these NewYork streetswith mad Babies, big heads movin` in the strolleryou gettin` older while that dress hangs off your shoulderyou stupid bitchhe`s sick, the kids got the shitsyou walkin` wack with those problems in your ass crackyou chose this nigga, he`s a zero girl, doin` nothin`you was buggin` because the bum had curly hairyou got psyched, the baby came out with some nappy hairyou was a fine freak, thoroughbred dumb with no headI seen you screamin` with your panties up in B.B.Q`syour friends are fat with guts, breakin` all the rulesyou choose to lose, no cheers, recievin` booesrent is due with some old crab nigga fuckin` youit`s true, it`s summertime, what you gonna do?every winter you got this gay man screwin` youthis bitch is a problem, no money, fuckin` dummyshe`s from the slum actin` fly eatin` bread crumsshoplifted programs out on the boulevardstretch marks leak out your tight dress, your legs are scarredyeah....Chorus (singing)Voices inside my headproblems keeping you fedVerse 2: (Godfather Don)This bullshit needs to ceaserappers rappin` for cheeseit`s like a disease the way niggas be snatchin` your feesexecutives, even accountants playin` artists like chipsthe last time you were legit I was suckin` on nipsup in my shit like a Dog checkin` the sexmaybe to get in the Lexhey, they forget, all the doors slammin` they crammin`, eye jammin` wait, "My shows slammin`"cash up your nose Hammondlandin` deals ain`t shit if your label ain`t shitnitwits spit for sips while I flip scripts legit commit to whippin` ass on the mic, it`s like a fuckin` runwaythese niggas is like bitches fleein` from gunplayone day when lyrical finesse is stressed instead of dress I`ll compresscompression and hate, blow out the bestbut it`s cool, fools like you makin` crews thats blue stay trueone-Thousand lyrical orators, pay duesso snooze and get dissedbust in the head with Cris`, fake ice on your wristI`m nice and you on my dick like pissyou wish you was half the lyricist that I persist to bedon`t say shit to meGodfather like cicilythe misery`s consistency through similes will blemish theseabnormalities in the industry. Chorus (singing)Voices inside my headproblems keeping you fedvoices inside my headproblems keeping you fed

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