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Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hit's, well
I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my black ass
I ain't finna tell y'all how I got away with this shit
Let's go
My mama gin' love this shit
Take off
Money, I'ma get it by any means
Gotta wake up
Booty rappers posin' as gunclappers get bitch smacked...need to switch
to bein'
actors image is all ya after ho galacta in the lip the clappers
Anne, feared by one and all
Not sailed by man
The wind picked up, she slipped her chains
The luff pulled taught on the main
The sky turned black, it
on the ground steady for Black Lives Matter (Yeah)
Inhaled so much tear gas I’ll probably catch cancer (Look)
By the time I turn 40
Riot cops in Portland, man
Molly, ecstasy and Mary
Yea my bitches they stay high
I don't know if they write stories
But my bitches stay by
Give me head till I'm sleeping
Compliment
punch counter, in bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, I laughed in his face, spit
Bi- gave me
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, shit, I laughed in his face, spit
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
lil' pump on me, you Would've thought I'm Gucci gang
Lil bitch sucking dick, stop for air
I'm like use your nostrils, she gon' Smack her lips and roll
that s***
Project hoes like that dick, Don't bite that dick
Give me a Spanish sweet hoe
Black from Puerto Rico
Freak ho, Specialize in givin' me
vibes in the palace
Yeah, niggas always ridin' around, screamin' Red Run
Live by the sword, die by a bled song
Look, here at first, thought I bought
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
the script
Stupid lil' bitch, we sipping on 'script
I ain't got time for you and your lip
Talking down on me, down this ditch
Way too impatient for all that
Well I came here for something funky to happen
Is this Christmas 'cause everybody's rappin
You better get sparked by the song that I sing
Although my
just saying
Homies at me like, what's gotten into you lately
Looking for something different no need to be faking
Sick and tired of these ho's and got no
up, Mr. Lover
Like Prince said you're a sexy motha well-a
I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright
now that I'm flexed
My a-efx'll quote, when the bridge fell down
And I'ma good ship with the lollipop
Left town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo black
Sliding in a Striker, no registration
No title (Shit)
Scam star
Brodie in the kitchen by a snow pile
(Phew, phew, phew) i got a lotta kids trying
To steal
Weezy, fresh, and unplugged
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Give me a big fine bitch in a dress
One put them lips in effect
Suck the dick 'til the shit in her
Black pimp, ho stroll
Scroll to see the faux on a snow patrol
No go, bbl lacking
But it was nicer back then
More real
Caught a raw deal
When I
not zip up
You lip up whip up.
Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones
We come back cause we heard
Hip hop needed another anthem
Black like
not zip up
You lip up whip up.
Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones
We come back cause we heard
Hip hop needed another anthem
Black like
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