Miss America (Drum & Bass Remix)

歌手：Magic Remixers

专辑：2012 Pop Hit Drum & Bass Remixes, Vol. 16

时间：2012-11-19

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Miss America (Drum & Bass Remix) 专辑《2012 Pop Hit Drum & Bass Remixes, Vol. 16》Magic Remixers

歌词

"And so my fellow Americans

Ask not what your country can do for you

Ask what you can do for your country"

Excuse me

Load the clip in the chopper

Flip the script and get Oscars

All my niggas is mobsters

All my B*****s is doctors

Cole World this just the tip of the iceberg

So talk s**t and taste the tip of the Mossberg

Don't trip n***a they just words

Though my words tend to sound like Proverbs

Niggas don't see the preachers 'til we dead in the hearse

Granny broke cause she always givin' bread to the Church

Now pastor Mason Betha in a Lambo

And little niggas holdin' desert eagles like they Rambo

Bumpin' my shit

Always wondered why they f**k with my shit

I hope it's 'bout the knowledge

Not about who's suckin' my dick

But oh well I'm gon' sell like I had no bail

For my chain and my piece I should've won Nobel

Ill boy you cold n***a yeah I know nigga

Only young n***a do it better than the old niggas

Took chances

Slow dance with the devil bitch

Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich

Since you all in my business

This what I tell a bitch

If you ain't f**kin' me

Don't f**k with me

This life on the edge

Green dollars splurged all on embellishments

My fellowship paid

Don't need to cop my fellas shit

Scoopin' hoes in the party

Some Cinderella shit

Smash for the hell of it

Livin' life on the edge

Miss America petty thoughts

Just to floss pay any and every cost

Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out

Am I about dollars or about change

Am I about knowledge or about brains

Freedom or big chains they don't feel my pain

Blood on my sneakers

No remorse for the grievers

He played the corner like Revis

He should've had better defense

That's how I'm feelin'

Blood spillin' I love killin'

Niggas'll swear that they it

This is as rare as it gets

Rap game changed

This is embarrassing shit

Bunch of B*****s posin' on

Some old Miss America shit

I was a wilder n***a back on my therapist shit

Moving careless as shit

In a city where niggas really don't care who they hit

Who the f**k was I

Just a young little n***a tryin' to see the other side

Of the railroad tracks

Where them scarecrows at

No brains on a n***a but they'll air your back

F**k the man Uncle Sam I won't sell your crack

I won't fight your wars

I won't wear your hat

I'mma pass your classes

I'mma learn your craft

I'mma f**k your daughters

I'mma burn your flag