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• Artiste: Bryson Tiller
• Titre: Geniune
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Fuck how you niggas feel, tweetin' on the Twitter still Fuck you and the prison deal, fuck all of 'em niggas, fuck 'em (Fuck 'em) I know they far from ready for discussion I know, I know they watching, yeah, they oxygen punchin' Know they got the speaker to they ear, like, how is he comin'? Sus, you niggas waitin' for my drop, it's a must Staring at your dry erase, you niggas gotta adjust I push the weight, you gotta wait until your spotter pull up I set the bar like it's nothin', I'm splittin' bars for fun My nigga chop just rolled somethin', it's a opp in a blunt We can't be stopped, I'm finna pop, pop, pop, pop Big shit poppin', they talkin' shit, I got my hitlist Jottin' they names down, don't play around, I go ballistic Watch 'em, just a young, rich nigga spoilin' his kids rotten (Yeah) I know turmoil is what they wishin' (Oh, yeah, it's what they wishin', I want 'em) Will we ever settle differences, differences? Will it ever be genuine, genuine again? I remember when reminiscing over Ginuwine, what a time Then I think I heard 'em say, "Son of mine" What am I? Legend in the makin' in due fuckin' time Nigga, I'm a real one, so I know you got no blood of mine (Ain't no way) Still, I see him as a brother, feel naive as a motherfucker My fee'll take reduction, bro, no tweezin', just buzzcutters It's free, nigga, why the industry full of fun suckers and leeches? I'm done fuckin' with you unc niggas, you geezes and punk niggas Speakin' of unc, I walk it out on you fuck niggas, two step on you shmuck niggas (Yeah) Beatin' down your block, 'cause enough is enough, nigga Now beg me to stop, I'm finna pop, pop Big shit poppin', they talkin' shit, I got my hitlist (Yeah) Jottin' they names down, don't play around, I go ballistic Watch 'em, just a young, rich nigga spoilin' his kids rotten (Yeah) I know turmoil is what they wishin' (Oh, yeah, it's what they wishin', I want 'em) Will we ever settle differences, differences? (Yeah) Will it ever be genuine, genuine again? (Yeah)