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hair thinner than tights, aye
Nahhhhh
Nahh

Are you freaking stupid
Are you freaking sick
I do not swear on track
I been do PG hits
Nah I just lied about

talking
Ass
Boobs
Cunt
D

First song I dropped with my lyrics I produced it like shit
But it still did better than your first first hit
First and last

the hour
For the ones fetched
It was a Sunday when I did the album
And got my first Jesus piece
From my uncle Calvin cause I'm a G

And if you wanna see

I hit the tennis court
Just to show 'em love
Uh-huh
I used to rap at after parties and lunch
And over tracks they would play on 106.1
Well uh-huh

but your raps are boring
They leave me snoring, you ain't making hits
All due respect man, it's not a diss
But your album stinks like imported Swiss

hop on the boat
Bo Jackson when I hop on the field
Y’all should just really leave it to pros
Pros and cons when I snap on these albums
Best believe I

do what I can and still do what I can't
You've been doing comedy you know that I can't stand
And if that flew by your head then let me give you a hand

call Tyrone
Hit the road Jack
Don't come back I do it on my own
Not gonna get a record deal by giving niggas done
Won't taste it lick it spread it
Fuck

I was made for this I swear it
My veins are filled with all this musical talent
Or maybe I'm just infected by desire
To step on the ladder climb

still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker

Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw

the vision 
They just want me singing, yeah, now they fuckin' with it 
Gimme fans, gimme racks, gimme that, that 
Make a hit, tag your friends, make 'em dance,

a scrimmage 
I dropped the album got right back to work cause I ain't finished 
So f*** the intermission, keep the break I'm well replenished 
They playin'

I know who's gun it is
Just by hearing the shots that's Bo
​​​​​​ That's Little Mack
Damn baby who the fuck is that?!
I can tell from the way that he

This song dropped Jae P hit my line like we gotta murk it
I told him twelve a.m. meet me there
In case you ain't notice by now, we been winning,

Em' Up and we
Add Em' Up and we Add Em' Up and we
Add Em' Up and we Add Em' Up and we
INSMNC hit me with this had to get up on this
Addition by

(ooh)
Whispering in my ear like, “voici mon numéro pour toi” (haha)
And never hit em back because I’m focused on my moola
So you got to go back read my

living in my eyes
Cuz I ain't really all they say I am
I'm just a guy and I ain't got no pride (pride)
Whip through my city in a KIA by my damn self
Can't

Can you make me some Bou Lou?
Said come on now, pass the Bacardi
Hit me up with that invite
And imma be last to the party

Whoo!

I don't even think I

FSU

Jay Park

FSU

son'ed the whole K-Pop industry
The moment I started, on Father's day they call me dad
I'll put out an album and win an award
And then say, "Ok, cool",

these bitches be tripping on me
Used to be they idol saw success and now they switching on me
Brainwashed by amature look at them minions flipping
Bars

Traumatized by shit I seen or heard
But making it just fine
Still question it like why?
Why you always call me when you're lonely?
Why you never call me when

Hit it off with some confidence
Just be saying what goes on in my mind
Mid day different thoughts
Just Be running me rapid
That I'm trending off

Number one rap album 2024 plus I got a dictionary
Main chick hit me up only hit it raw but we fuck in missionary
Got the vision in my head like

album (Ha ha ha)
The jokes on you jack (Ha ha ha) (Yeah)
We did it again (We did it again)
Take that (Ha ha ha) (Ah)

A'int shit changed but the loot