Real Pape
TheRealBigSid
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Ayy, the real big Sid here came in this bitch to f*ck it up Got damn these cartiers got night vision in em Broke ass nigga, bitch I'm well paid Them wack ass raps that you spit in, aint gon' get you played I woke up this morning, thought about a fade I made it out the trap, I thought I'd never see that day Cartiers got night vision when they on my face And when I get up on the mic, you think that shit was laced And when you stay out the way, these niggas still gon' hate And I put the Mary Jane down so I can see the pape I can teach a broke ass nigga how to get some cake Spit some hot shit in the booth and I ain't even ate Bitch said can't be around em cause these niggas fake And my dawg just hit two heads, now he need a break Caught an op, lackin' in the trap and then I hit the breaks 800 for these Cartier woods, bitch don't touch my face I can't even f*ck with that beat, if it ain't got no bass Bad bitch, shakin' ass all up in my face HD just pulled a tay-k, then he did the race Put a couple racks in his hand, made him leave the state Cut a bitch nigga's fingers off, if he touch my plate Laid back not worried bout no beef, but still eating steak Never caught a DV, but your bitch, I'ma hit her face But the chain that you rockin' on your neck really lookin' fake If a bitch nigga try to play, knock his top off Send a nigga up like a pack, call it Topgolf And I hope you know that watch that you're wearing is a knockoff Took your main bitch to the room, knocked her socks off And I ain't got no time for a nigga, he get knocked off Two freaks having a booty battle, it's a pop off Little nigga made his way to the top, then he jumped off Goddamn, that bitch look good, but she a jump off And I can tell the way that you move that you not a boss Jet black beard on my face like I'm Rick Ross I can cook, crack in the microwave, I got the sauce Drop certified flavors, bitch, it's a taste off Put big Sid head in the booth, watch him take off Catch me outside with the white folks playing golf With the 50 round and the drum, bitch, I turn the Adolfo I can give two fucks about what they saw It's a scary sight when I pull up like the movie saw Last night, I just took a nigga, bitch, and hit raw They like, Goddamn, Big Sid , boy, them lines raw I deliver her to the hotel room, she get hand tossed Me and HD flexing money, this a pape-off I tell you to your face, you a bitch like I'm AB I can really cook, crack in the kitchen, I ain't Jay-Z No safety on the Glock, bitch, I'm sleeping' safely Cartier Woods on my face, I'm seeing HD When it's time for me to pull a hit, I'm calling HD When it's time for me to hit a bitch, I hit unsafely Nigga talking bout his life stories, that don't phase me And when I pull my shit out my pants, she gon' taste me Throw the weed away, cause my opps tryna lace me Oh shit, Sid blackened on the beat, they gon' hate me Ran into a big booty, bitch, she tryna rape me The real big Sid Huh GOATSHITRecords Broke-ass bitch On the west
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