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[Rampage]
I'm a real wise guy, you can't fuck with me
You could catch a quick
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
penance
All about my P's
No time for cheffing
Got much luck
Married queen of Sussex
Bridgeton Darlington Feathering-ton
All them tons
Fuck them tons
Catch
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
(Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is
Hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutching they genitals by the dresser
down yo
And you don't stop
C'mon let just make your finger part
So get up
And stop messing around
When C.C. Catch is in your town
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[Rampage]
I'm a real wise guy, you can't f**** with me
You could catch
Else’s f hat and try to walk in
Their sh for a little while
So I made sure this album, Joanne
That I didn’t just honor
The more personal sentiments
I made
taking credit for what God made
Fuck this album shit hey mama look what God made
She's mine
Catch me
Don't you, (she's mine) catch me
Don't you,
This the double up
Every time you see me you see vvs
You see double R
And I'm rocking cc
No more gg only Louis Vuitton
Hopping out that Cullinan with
I'm a C&C two liter
The little honey that be doin her she thing
On some Mya shit, like "It's All About Me" see?
I bleed things, blunt slicer on my
Killa what's really good my nigga
Un casa what's really good
What's really good flee
Yo, what's really good
I got ta get on this album
I just
it's a spaceship
No traffic gone catch me, paddle to the medal hit the gas till the tank on Empty
Don't mail me no Cc, ain't fucking with no group texts
Spin your wig back like we DJ'ing, he ain't playing
My songs set a trap, catch 'em laying
Now we stuck but he's overwhelmed by what he came across
Not
I'm livin off of Fullerton
But no longer a simpleton
Album droppin December 10
I swear that ima get it in
My name up on that bulletin
Irving park
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One
Switch locations bitch I'm leaving by tomorrow
Yea
I get big racks like what the fuck you think
Yea
I'm the main catch big shark up in the tank
Yea
Just
the envy in the eyes that’s what they mad for
Catch me on dark web trading bins and reing up on cc's
Went got a credit card it flooded out with vv's
I
of feminine distractions
Come and catch the wave
Get a piece of the action
They call me J-u-s
The beats by Mike Martin
Black and brown we get down
Black
she got plans.
Bc my cc I don't know Santan.
Money on my star cash that same day.
Glove on when it's done dirty dance MJ.
Long live don Slickz my
even keep up, you chase your own tail
Catch you at the motel 6, gettin' your dick sucked by a grown male
With your toe nail up his ass like oh well, you
and napkins get sent to mammies, is that too graphic?
Catch you in traffic, you sitting daffy like stealing candy
My ceiling's absent, my wheels are massive,
Okay, ha! So we pop bottles one, bottle two
Bottle three me and D chilling in the VIP
With CC, Kol B and Richie
Getting drunk off of Dop-E
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