下载歌曲：I’m Good (Terrorists)

[Lil Wayne]
I’m so f-cking awesome – my marbles, I lost ‘em
I’m taking everything – everything but precaution
Your b*tches wanna call us, and text us like Austin
p-ssy make me hard, p-ssy n*ggas make me nauseous
I’ve been on my feet since the day I started walking
b*tch, I think I’m MC Hammer, put the nail in the coffin
See coke in a drought, sell p-ssy at an auction
Bullets got a n*gga runnin’ fast enough to race horses
‘Round here, you sniff these lines, you don’t cross ‘em
Kill your *ss and leave you behind, like an orphan
I swear it happens all the time, very often
Still gettin’ baseball money, Barry Larkin
‘Round here we play for keeps, yeah we eatin’ but we starvin’
I get me a little money, try to spread it like margarine
I’m flyer than a motherf-cker, all my flights chartered
Green kush, red flag, black car, white lawyer
I’m good

[Meek Mill]
I say, I go in in my beast mode – rappin’ n*ggas I eat those
I tell a b*tch take a deep breath then bend her knees like a free throw
I don’t want me no good girl, I fell in love with these freak hoes
In my bedroom, I’ll make a movie, it’s starring me with that Lee Rose
I ball hard like D-rose, my stash on closet
Racks in my pocket, these racks I deposit
Got racks on my conscious, money on my mind
I’ve got shooters on my team, they’ve got bodies on their nines
Look at that bad b*tch right there – see that body on that dime?
I ain’t swimming in no hoe, you know I’m probably on that grind
All these n*ggas hatin’ on me, me – but I ain’t on that time, time
I be in that back, n*gga, and I ain’t talkin’ ’bout swine
I’m talkin’ 62 West, they say a n*gga too fresh
You a rat, your homie singing, you should do a duet
Shorty say she love my swag, I make that p-ssy too wet
You n*ggas banned, and my hoes, and I’m like “why’d they do that?”
Go!

Um, I don’t have a conscious – all my friends are monsters
They visit me so constant and talk to me about nonsense
Like stabbing you and then watching you fight for your life like you boxing
b*tch, deuce-deuce – I smoke that OG killer, Bobby Johnson
I’ll ollie over that b*tch’s head, it’s Hollygrove ’til I’m f-ckin’ dead
I did a bid for that toast, so f-ck with me, I’ll treat you like buttered bread
But I still go hard with no regard – Earth Day? sh*t, b*tch, go to Mars
Leave a n*gga dead in the gutter –
I just beat him with a bloody-*ss bowling ball
I’m fresh as hand sanitizer – don’t hate the game, just analyze it
Two Xanax, I’m fantasizing about fat b*tches’ panty sizes
Took a bullet to the chest? Be a man about it
Stop actin’ like a little b*tch, n*gga
Most of y’all n*ggas is b*tch n*ggas
I got a tiger in the basement, Big Tigger
My hair long and my d*ck big
My hair long and my d*ck big
My hair long and my d*ck big
My money long and my weed strong
I feed hunger, I no longer get my weed from Fee
I pull that freedom off my waist, now watch me let freedom ring (ding)

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