Rappers Rap
Bugatti CLE
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Rappers rap and trappers trap This beat got me on my shit again We always gon' win again Big rackets like Wimbledon Hittin' 'em back Always on track like Spike Lee NYC Fashion Week, I bought like ten coats My lil' vacuum in the whip suck like she got ten throats Niggas been goin' through it and mowin' through it Everything get cut, but we ain't cuttin' no damn corners We run the roads like Roadrunner You see twelve, Warner Brother And I ain't stoppin' at a mill, I'll achieve a bill Nigga, I stack more green than chlorophyll My ambition for winnin' keep me securin' deals Started off as a player now I'm like Coach Phil Jackson, see it's a difference when you play for rings And when you own the whole team What would you rather be Think about that shit I paint this picture vividly Yo' bitch been feelin' me She blamin' energy Big bread we toastin' to success and bigger heights We in the club just bring the bottle We don't need all the lights, it's just hype Spent twenty racks to get my mind right Had to go meditate, do some shoppin' ate hella plates Been tryin' to focus on me Depression be all winter Broke them hoes' backs X-rays, we got the better pictures The bigger pockets The best flows I'm the king of them shits I write all my goals down Ain't no left, lil' bitch I wrote all my goals down It's goin' up like a switch Ain't shit gotta be broken to give junkie a fix Like Henn and Patron, me and suckas don't mix Told your bitch, give me neck, then apply less lip The family's feastin' when you earnin' the meals Build me a kingdom with the house on the hill No manifestin' nigga this is His will I spit the truth so I just speak how I feel Switchin' from light to dark, we off that Henn dog Pop the perc, don't do that shit if it's cut with that fentanyl I'm not playin White bitch named Roxanne She wanna turn me up And she got her own money I done came up on a Audi truck She a older bitch Not with me for the money She just want some dick Even if I cum quick Still get hers like a flash sale So she love a nigga Just like that Jordan game six God day seven Dominate and restin baddie in the kitchen Cookin' breakfast 'fore I exit nigga I'm dominatin' for real Give her dick hard as steel Now come sit on my grill Bad bitch from Brazil Rockin' red bottom heels Off a shroom and a pill Got her coppin' the feels She did that before she got here B Didn't even have to seduce her bro she fucked me for free Difference between me and you, mentality I let you chase the pussy while she comin' for me She feedin' me soul rolls We in Zanzibar vacationin Live band behind me A hundred bands done found me I'm it, I'm him, low brim Pockets above the rim We don't lay up on niggas Always weigh your options Never lift, check your weight up on niggas Art show might blow like six racks on a piece She wanna do some shrooms first Three grams at least She gave me a key Cause I'm that nigga I feel like Jigga Not Jay nigga, Jigga Damn This that That 4.0 vs that 4.6 You ask me right in front of your bitch like What's the difference I tell you $30 to $40 grand cocksucker Now beat it Do that shit even got wifi
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Written by: Benjamin Hemingway, Donovan Thompson
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