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Mad Skillz - Together Şarkı Sözleri
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[mad skillz] yo, yo, i spit six of rap figures, get your (shit) together require some (shit) to stitch your lips together my click stick together, mic rip together move no bricks or i make hits to flip my cheddar no chicks for you and your man? y´all trick together y´all fools flow? y´all cats gonna brick together i do a song with a whole group they getting lit together pop your snotbox son, move and stick, you´d better nextel cellphone cb, chips together in a telly with two chicks that like to lick together he talking slick? he´ll skip when i get the beretta hope he wearing red, cause tonight, he might leave redder i´m about to send a fix that´ll split your sweater crying bout that trick trying to pull a vick, you deader your chick looking at my (dick) pushing her (tits) together got you and the head of your label watch y´all slit your wrists together y´all wanna battle? y´all cats are getting ripped together in a draft me and my better half get picked together your girl will get got, i ain´t got to sweat her cause see i hop out a coupe, duke, while you hop out of jettas she wanted to see it, so guess what (nigga) i let her! now sister want to stretch me to and i just met her hit ´em both now them hoes is throwing fits together turn them (bitches) to foes, they won´t even sit together me and you on the same record and we spit together? and i don´t make you look bad? you sound sick, son, never timbaland, that´s my man, we make hits together you and your producer, y´all cats miss together aim low, extra clips just to leave you wetter had the doctors mending your (motherfucking) hips together that´s your clique? y´all cats think you look slick together? y´all look gay, y´all probably piss and (shit) together pop your brother, you and your mother reminice together see the preacher how your family used to fish together he might come back if y´all just wish together he won´t, go upstairs and take a () of his letter haters trying to swiss cheese me, i´m like "whatever" that´s like skydiving son, trying to grip a feather me and my flow? we´re about to get rich together you and yours need to change our f-ing pitch together y´all the type rap cats that snitch together f around, get thrown down in a ditch together oh, now y´all cats want to pop (shit) together? my clique in here you can get drop kicked together slip mickeys, have rappers getting sick together break fools like a couple of soup kids together mad skillz and va, we on your list together y´all sick, i´m gonna be sick with this forever, what?
[timbaland] i told y´all that we don´t stop that´s right baby, timbaland, mad skillz, uh feel us, feel us
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