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Royce Da 5'9'' - Thou Shall (feat. Kid Vishis) [The Allegory]
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出演艺人
Royce Da 5'9"
Royce Da 5'9"
表演者
作曲和作词
M. Montgomery
M. Montgomery
词曲作者
R. Montgomery
R. Montgomery
词曲作者
E. Johnson
E. Johnson
词曲作者
制作和工程
Royce Da 5'9"
Royce Da 5'9"
制作人
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
混音工程师
IV Duncan
IV Duncan
混音工程师

歌詞

Thou shall not fuck with Detroit and me Never owned a coogie, Ford truck Or a pair of them gator Mauris Please hold your applause for these parables and stories Give all praise to Allah, to God be the glory My Papa raised me like I'm a dog with rabies Playin' the hard-to-hard in a dropped Mercedes Ridin' with the chopper daily Pupils dilated like I'm Sada Baby Nozzle on that gun larger than the one on that Gaga lady Play with my time like I'm a playful don My arm comes out the car My window down like I'm tryna borrow some Grey Poupon First these bitches love it Then they hate it, then they hate to love it I'm straight with publishin' I don't care if the radio station's stubborn Y'all haters busters, I'm David Ruffin It'll take me nothin' to put your life on a dollar menu Right there by the Egg McMuffin While these boys orderin' shots, snortin' rocks, and importin' thots I'm floatin' with 40 knots to the bag, like I'm a border cop Any artist in hip-hop fuck with Nickel stock, sure to drop Especially if he Russel Wilson, good guy, sorta pop You sure to die, pallbearers, bring flowers, he's mortified Me and Porter got the same stayin' power that hoarders got Whoever Superman, I got kryptonite in these hands But I'd rather soup-a-man, leave you liquified with these cans I don't care if you rap niggas is trendin' Topic is shit, your shit's garbage You couldn't make a classic out of that trash If you had Brenda drop it You at the rental car spot Enterprise, while I'm enterprisin' I don't cop my whips without coppin' rims and a body kit And my tint is darkened Closest I'ma probably get, to window shoppin' Alright we're gonna try a new sound Uh, yeah, yeah (Alright we're gonna try a new sound) Say goodbye to the good guy I hotboxed on your block and I got the whole hood high You know who all the dead niggas is, they tryna look live Instagram post bank accounts, it wouldn't look right Your favorite rappers sweet, you look up to geeks I wanna flip the world upside down And make all you niggas look up to the streets I don't believe none of you frail niggas A man should never be described as petite I don't wait when it's war, I'm on some now shit Leave your mama prayin' over beef, I halal shit All these foul styles goin' 'round and y'all allow it No skill required, the game's overcrowded So when the rapper say he can spit now, I doubt it You could listen to Future but just know who the now is I get to share a stage with Nickel Nine, that's crazy We on tour with Eminem, baby, that's Shady Room full of naked chicks, surrounded by pussy 'Cause I rap amazin', you at the crib hatin' With your kittens, lookin' like the weird cat lady Trippin', watchin' Xvids while I'm with your ex-bitch 'Til I'm restless Don't want me to send goons to investigate, they faux niggas And believe me, it's hard to find a coffin that's pretzel shape When goin' to the special place Say an extra grace, black men in America ain't just slaves Long as the queen don't need nothin' for it's a seven While I'm still buildin' credit outta debt I know where I'm headed, I don't need the reverend Royce gave me access to the lab, I got the key to Heaven
Writer(s): Ryan D. Montgomery, M. Montgomery, E. Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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