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that prey on Dwight Howard and Shaquille
Not them throwback rats they be on showin' on college hill
For real, I think my first album sold five mil'
to Bazooka Works, halogen halo eyesore
The revolution will not be apologized for
Warbucks exlex megaphone on the fashion piggy pageant
While my dick's
this energy for Kodak
You paid Dream Doll for a feature to get the pussy
And somehow you think you fucking with me
Thee first night I seen Dream Doll
about his everyday life, he ain't the same
Goddamn, I already had a hard life once
Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you cunts? Okay
You
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
repeat 2X]
Baby am I sexy?
Tell me am I sexy?
Baby am I sexy?
Tell me am I sexy?
(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
What up young bitch? I know you like dick
So drop
shielding my dick
Have baby by me baby these groupies they make me sick
My stick we don't restrict we get through thick like afro picks
It feels Vic's
Hello, my name is Rice4eveR
This entire album is brought to you in part
By my ability to hit the record button
And freestyle random ass shit
Off
the shade
Yellow diamonds looking like lemonade
Makin an M by the minute it's maid
Pop a molly when I hit up the rave
Call me a baddie so I can get laid
She ain't call or text or none
You know I'm on the way
Ain't text and tweet
For none
When she see me
We be fucking
Baby hit me up
Let a nigga
Know some
It ain't hard to tell, it's hard for me to fake it
Plus, it's hard to be me, it's hard to stop drinkin'
I guess it's hard for you hard niggas
my way
Get the fuck out my lane
Fast forward second album, you still on that same shit
Every other rap verse suckin' on that Drake dick
It's all
(Yes chump you should shake my hand)
Aye for the one nine, to the twenty twen
It’s ya cousin ma’fucka won’t you let me in?
For the—one nine to the twenty
shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got
I appreciate that i went to jail and
They made me number one
I appreciate them stickin' up
For me when everyone was kickin
Me when I was down that's
up at midnight
Call me at 9 in the morning
Got a shot for a 9 at 9 in the morning
All profit, took a half box off a prick
You're not shotting
If
called Judas, ‘cause I was betrayed
By my own blood, I got no more love
Take this here song, as Noah's white dove
Guess I ran out of luck, locked up for
food for thoughts cuz by the time
I'm done with these beats you're gonna need Atkins
I could see your mouth watering
That's why I bought you a pack full
It's obvious that it's impossible for me to be beside myself
And I'm 'bout that capital like a proper noun
Still on top the pile
Got me sitting
pop club, everything just grace
Grammy-nominated on the first album, now motherfuckers see the face
Look at me
I know these niggas is trippin', these
you wanna see me then you gotta pay me
Why she wanna hate me
This that same B
Shawty blow my dick like a flute
I messs up on the flute sound but let's
no gun laws
Broke bitches that talk shit
Now them the bitches I stunt for
Malcolm X daughter came at me
Lookin' ass niggas ain't happy
Rolled
back" Terminator
You been hatin' for a
While you determine-ator
Bug ass nigga, where my exterminator?
Milzy tell me "Leggo", so I'ma leggo
Me and him,
Gamblin' every time we put a record out
Just lookin' for that hook (Wait, Dre, look)
Shorty, I love you and you love me too
We were meant to be
'Cause,
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