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Paroles de la chanson Telescope par Anti Da Menace

Grrt, yeah, yeah, ayy, look, let me tell y'all bitch-ass niggas somethin'...
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)

Know how many died tryna say he gangster?
Get my belt, I go on and spank 'em
You can go ask Sugar, since I was young, bitch, my heart filled with anger
Creepin' in them bushes, I got my chrome, I see nobody home
Nigga ain't no pussy, just leave me 'lone before I bust your dome
Okay, these niggas got me on that fuck shit

Cross a line, I get 'em bust quick
Scram, bitches can't even hit my phone, them hoes don't make me nut quick
'Miri on my sweater, 'member times that I was just wearin' Trukfit
Swear that I'm gettin' better, that's on God, you'll never catch me dusty
That's your main, that lil' ho musty
It's a setup, I can't trust it
Switch on me, bet I bust it
Real demon, kill my cousin
Woo, he slippin', wipe his nose
Found a lick and the 'bows
Shoot a nigga head, talkin' 'bout broad day, even my lawyer know
Made it out the trenches, can't believe I got this far
I been wreckin' like every whip I get, spent a hundred K on cars

Niggas plottin', up a half a million, Ill shit on them lil' boys
Thought you said I wouldn't be nothin', I did it big, I crushed her heart
Won't catch me slippin', got this switchy at the gas pump
Bank account been glitchin', I'm rich as fuck, I'll get 'em all slumped
Nigga, the police couldn't even stop these blicks, you better call Trump
I'm damn near a millionaire in this shit, mama mad ea don
Spend all my money on my opps, I might run out of funds
But I don't really give a fuck, I gotta get that done
I'm talkin' 'bout these blicks fill up a truck, I bought like eighty guns

I seen these opps makin' them disses, I'm tryna step on one
Blaow, talkin' 'bout want 'em dead now
Bet I catch you out of bounds
Ask about me, on my side, I filled up every spot with pounds
Put that money in the ground, talkin' 'bout put it in the stash
Ask my mama, I'm rich as fuck, I made a fifty sellin' bags
Haha
Brrt, bitch, come outside or somethin'
'Round my mama with that switch, she say, "Boy, you violent, son"
I'm 'posed to be up in the hills, they tryna make me slide on somethin'
Blaow

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