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  • Текст песни Skillz - Take It Back

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    Тут находится текст песни Skillz - Take It Back, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    Alright, listen up
    I'ma put it in perspective
    I'm the best since me
    I got a right to be selective
    What we have here is a candle so crass
    It came out the cup with some shit from yo ass
    Strictly for those who are tryin to walk it with me
    Ya'll thinkin why'all thugs 'cause you bought some Dickies
    I'm bein honest, throwin back to the hottest
    I got LeBron callin his mom to check his closet (WHOA)
    The rest can chill, you shoulda knew that
    Skillz, uh-uh, you don't want to do that
    Testin me? That must be a fool that
    Was thinkin too hard, you better loosen your doo-rag
    When I'm gone, ons why'all for frontin
    Don't have my vocals sings shit like we was cool or somethin
    Its a fact, I think all rap is whack
    And if you feel like I feel, then you ain't got no choice
    But to.

    [Chorus: 2x]
    Take it Back, do do do do
    Take it Back, do do do do
    Take it Back, do do do do
    Take it Back

    I ain't here to make friends, that ain't my job
    If everybody ain't nice, that ain't my squad
    And I ain't hypin 'em, I'm blowin right by them
    This is like a grown man ridin a bike again
    It's that easy, when I spit for the hood
    I don't rap (nope), I explain shit real good
    Ya'll say why'all thugs?
    Well last time I seen ya, you were Steppin in the Name of Love
    Like "Left, right, bring it back"
    Nigga, what part of the game was that?
    If you see us, then its a known fact
    That why'all is lil boy flow, this is grown man rap
    You a playa? well move with a limp folk
    That ain't a pimp cup, that's a god damn Big Gulp
    I'm your new A&R, Black
    I'ma book some overtime, you write some more rhymes
    And

    [Chorus: 2x]

    When I charge the emcee, equals a bar a key
    Just me and the squad, no manners, no "pardon me"
    So don't bother be trying to get father than me
    If you ain't right now, you ain't workin harder than me
    And I'm sure you'll flip, when this song come around
    This shit so crunk it'd make Lil Jon clam down
    Hits out the trunk never shook
    So by the time you get to the hook
    You be whippin out your check book
    Lets look, or better yet, lets not
    I talk shit to the sun, nigga I'm just that high
    And in case why'all forgot, here's your warning be
    'Cause I snatch it like it rightfully belongs to be
    And just

    [Chorus: 4x]

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