Текст песни The Diplomats (J.R. Writer, Juelz Santan - Get Used to This
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Dip Dip Dipset biotchDip Dip Dipset biotchDip Dip Dipset bitch[J.R. Writer]Yo I started the starters and fathered the fathers who fatheredI slaughter the slaughters and slaughtered the slaughters who slaughteredI target than spark it, and Pa you`ll be part of this targetFrom artist to artist J.R. is that hardest regardlessPut your fate in his hands, there`ll be changin of plansA man did, I did it from standin in rain wit a gramNow I slither in glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my handShit, D-12 don`t even know the name of my bandMan I`m just super fly, two for five, bake the baitEight for eight, eight to eight, wait I`m great, haters hateCubs come to paper chase, I`ve dealt with major cakeEver since Jake the Snake, all I rocked was Bathin` ApesOOH yeah hun, those them old Air OnesSneaks crispy, 350, you ain`t never wear noneI`m a pimp girl, get it through your ear drumsNo I`m not tellin` you where you can get a pair fromI`m sicker than sicker, you sicker than sicker now ain`t chuA Picturin picture, just picture this picture I paint youI`m swift with the fifth, when I grip it, it spit at an angleYou`ll be stiffer than stiff, prick, up sittin with angelsI`m just doin` me jewelery, blue it bePimp`s ya pa, it`s J.R. hittin hard, soon you`ll seeAct a fool we`ll take you back to school like truencySo give me my respect, I`m the best true indeed[Hook]Excuse the Dips (please)We movin` bitch (Move)We the truth, we the proof get used to this (yup)Our movements sick, your movements shit, that`s a fact have a nap and getused to this(yeah)Excuse the Dips (please)We movin` bitch (Move)We the truth, we the proof get used to this (yup)Our movements sick, your movements shit, that`s a fact have a nap and getused to this(yeah)[Verse - 2]Yo, I`m ice chain, bright range, nice rings, splice caineCop the pound, chop it down, rock ya town, pipe gameI can do a price change (why)What I pack is crunk I don`t mean pass the Bronx when I say ya white plainLook J is built, to let the eighty tiltGun brawl, one call, that`ll get you haters killedSnap, pop, sprayed and peeled, so friend just chillLook here, I`m in fa mills and I ain`t talkin baby milkWhen I spray with the mag, you will play in it gladThat means lay in a bag, like some haters that I hadHoes I scrap up and ragSerious, shit I ain`t talkin periods when I say pussy stay in my pathI amaze `em like dag, you ain`t a killa pleaseThat ain`t no killa weed, them twigs are filled wit seedsI hit the Philipines across the river seasO.C. for weeks where I don`t feel the breezeSo I got hefers, whores, with some excellent jawLike the vet for sure, who want me to sex them rawBut I X`d them allGet some head in the bedthen walk the chickenhead right towards the exit door (out)Just face it my nig`, you can`t stay with the kidI got paper, gators, many flavors ya digThey just hate how I live, cuz the only time they see meunder the wing is when I`m in the basement of my crib[Hook]