Claws ft. The Blazin 7s Lyrics

Dark- Skinned Sudanese

Chicks say "Ven Aqui!"

Venerate the boy through your hate and ya jealousy

Never fuck around with the MVP

I don't keep around with your bitch made tendencies

Smooth killer eating Kisra with Coffee or Tea

Don't bother trying to figure what the nigga mean

I'm a rare nigga I ain't in the mean

Trying to push the needle like a fucking fiend

Lifting up my people is my only dream

Working like a well-oiled rap machine

Product of the old-world oil regime

So I'm working till God yelling cut the scene

You want the fuckin smoke know we got that for ya

More smoke than Snoop and all of California

You couldn't handle the hit man we tried to warn ya

Heat-seeking missiles that'll swarm and scorch ya

Claws out, He got the fuckin claws out!

Claws out, He got the fuckin claws out!

Claws out, He got the fuckin claws out!

Claws out, He got the fuckin claws out!

Flow abrasive, man my cigarette still burning

30 years old now and every day I'm still learning

That you can't keep doing these things

It's Pats baby let me spread my wings

I been untamed, I got the wildest flames

And if ya bring ya girl round I might just steal ya dame

I peel these lames, concealed by fame

Revealed by shame

I CAN'T LOOK AT YOU THE SAME

MAN IN THE MIRROR

HE THE ONE TO BLAME

THE ROOT OF ALL THE PAIN

BUT WE DON'T MENTION NAMES

lord forbid that you blame yourself

you'll do anything to protect your house

You want the fuckin smoke know we got that for ya

More smoke than Snoop and all of California

You couldn't handle the hit man we tried to warn ya

Heat-seeking missiles that'll swarm and scorch ya

Claws out, He got the fuckin claws out!

Claws out, He got the fuckin claws out!

Claws out, He got the fuckin claws out!

Claws out, He got the fuckin claws out!

Life's a bitch but I feel dope when I'm on the mic

Broken-hearted but well-spoken homie don't trip oh imma bite

Turn on you imma spin a bottle at your noggin just cuz outta spite

When they see me there's tons of fright they be screaming like

"Run on sight"!

I'm not alright, bitch who said I was?

Their dumber than your mama she should of swallowed cum

I gotta gun, jokes I said that for fun

Cap I aint strapped only thing imma bust is my fuckin tongue

Swimming in a lava lake so hot I feel like imma bake

The beat the rhythm like a tater that everybody wants a taste of

I'm leaving you without a rake I'm shouting out the Young MA

So please gimme another day to recount my numbers imma say

I make enough for statt day

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I make music that's blatant

I'm flaming em like their bacon

They salivate at my ways

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Why am I like this I'm gifted?

Nah bitch I think that I'm twisted

Fucked in the head scince a kid it's retarded the way I'm thinking

My brains whack slow like a snail on a NASCAR race track

But stay back when I blast off I'm assaulting asphalt

Like a Jet Engine attached on a Maybach

You want the fuckin smoke know we got that for ya

More smoke than Snoop and all of California

You couldn't handle the hit man we tried to warn ya

Heat-seeking missiles that'll swarm and scorch ya

Claws out, He got the fuckin claws out!

Claws out, He got the fuckin claws out!

Claws out, He got the fuckin claws out!

Claws out, He got the fuckin claws out!