Lyrics:
And I can't tell you how i feel so i just, put it in a song
Like
"Tell me what's yo name and let me get to know you"(Wassup?)
You say you different well
preaching the words
Reach foreign nations
I thank god for and Flash
And visionaries like Eric Wright
And Dame Dash
Uncle Luke, J Prince and Russell
to OGs he's in beast mode
Storming up the gulf like El Nino
Yo what does he know?
Wherever he goes
He's a fuckin' Gamebreaker
Commentary by Bobbito
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undressin' to test me and uh
Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live
When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye
You wants a nigga,
to pour in pennies in wishing wells
To wish to grow a pair to kill the person that raped me
Snap out of my shell, always scare, getting older but the pain
by like "there he go"
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!
It's that little chico Pitbull,
out of spite
Gotta learn and love forever, that's the way to live this life tho
I'll be aight if I'm sticking by the code
This freedom makes me rich,
sedentary
Rhymes’ atomic particles dancing like orbit interplanetary
Sanitary raps that keep people out the cemetery
Commentary matters not future's
I don't even want a whip if it ain't got you in it
I could ride by myself
But ain't no fun in that
I need my chromed out cutie
Come n ride with a Mac
givin' head hangin' off the edge of the bed
Thought she had a milkshake when her bang pop out her head
Pussy fat like Bone Crusher plus the ho ain't
To sleep your ass just unannounced
Then call me sorry cause I'll announce
That your sorry ass can't stand out
Make em' hit the ground, play the song, do
could never lose by default
Get up out my face
Lil nigga we not the same
Yo bitch a Plain Jane
In the gutter like open lanes
I can't be around you anymore
To Study The Word Got To Get The Word/ Those Who Truly Declare We Calling Those Things That Be Not As Though They Were There By The Spoken Word To Know
her loose like an Uncle Luke Anthem
I'm two blocks away, two hundred and fifty feet
And six steps from where she stay, she waving me 'cross the street
Yeah
DJ Klever
Yelawolf
MWA
Bryan Jones on the beat biatch
Alright DJ come take the wheel
And I'll set this fucker off
Pull Catfish up out
your hands
Lock myself away I hope you feel like the man (Do you?)
Now how about ya look look how long that lasted
You ain't really hard boy I call your
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I'm dropping words like their bombs coming from Russia
I said I'm ready for battle, and really eager to rush ya
There's nothing worst than these
time
That if we battled at 10, get there by 20 at 9
I'm as heavy as Spawn, Esoteric savage be
I'll spit bars at rappers like a chocolate factory
commentary im talking Shaq diesel
We use pushed diesel out shacks
Shackled with ignorance we saw freedom through the crack
Been killed the game before
off
She shakin' her ass, call me when she get off
Took half a mil' for my lil' bro to get out
That new Richard Mille made me feel like a boss
Feel
at the reflection of my foreign car by R & R
I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that's made of eel
You know the new checks with nigo face right on the heel
I was
token
I used to put you first cause that was more important
Talking to you was deeper than the ocean
Memorized every word that was spoken
You open up like
A national day of mourning
Turkeys out the oven
Gravy with the stuffing
Celebrating murder
Like it wasn't nothing
A national day of mourning
The lies that we
R.I.Ps all in yo bio, that's a lot of dead man's
I feel like I'm Uzi, I got super tight wit dead friends
If it ain't bout dollars, I won't do it,
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