Lyrics:
a Coogi
Swear I'm a hot boy, I should rap with Juvie
Cape Verdean honey stay in Massachusetts
Cape Verdean honey stay in Massachusetts
I got the juice, I
CHORUS:
Den nor ever see another nigga leke Dis.
Sabi rap sabi shabe Aaaa leke Dis.
Bet pa you baby sam you know I nor go miss.
Me nah shooting star
Well one, why do these wanna be ass suckers be on your dick
Cause being fake is in they blood,
can't stick with one click so they switch
Two, why
barely record a verse
I don't understand how to mix, but I've always wanted to do music
But the more I learn, the more confused I get
I will just crash
barely record a verse
I don't understand how to mix, but I've always wanted to do music
But the more I learn, the more confused I get
I will just crash
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
Never asking questions I just go right in and do it
And if you're thinking that you can fuck with Ren
You bitch already blew it
Like I said before,
this mail
[Verse 1]
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her
Or give me four twenty five an hour
What the fuck you think I'm gonna do?
To be honest wtih you I wanna get mine
Cause I know niggas that's college
niggas got whatever
One bottle of that moo, galla-gallon of that Henny
Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin'
Like that
The blow,
is shot with his own gun
I'm up with the sun in the earliest
It's no more about the burners
You've seen The First 48, murder is rap now
So is smoking
diamonds
White T, Evisu's with the turquoise sign in
Nah I can't lie, Hov put me on Evisu
But when I put em on I
Be looking better than he do
Cats out there
and barrel, empty, reload whoa
This funk here, glocks up, c'mon
I'm not an r&b pop star rock'n'roller
I'm a underground rapper with a chip on my shoulder
I know consistency is key
But it's hard to stay consistent, when you're in the mix and consistently a G
I'm still dishin' out them keys, so I
gettin' over with ya piss and farty raps
Been smokin' hella enough to bring Bob Marley back
I still kill 'em all but I gotta shake 'em like "where
[SOS]
By the dawn of the new millennium we saw bright chains
Winter brought along platinum causing the ice age
No more Gold, no more YO! MTV RAPS
Now
Like you glued onto silence
But due to all the violence I
Keep burners in the mix
Cause I'd be tried by twelve
Cons carried by six
If you followed all
smasher rap king
It's the slip stream
Spun round by my whirlwind
It's the Brothers McBane
Slay guys like slain
Poetical poison Tube trains
Through your vein
you niggas OD
On the slick rap shit, let me slick that
I got Rollies with the gold and the knickknacks
Crack from my knees to my six pack
Let me hit
you niggas OD
On the slick rap shit, let me slick that
I got Rollies with the gold and the knickknacks
Crack from my knees to my six pack
Let me hit
When I mix my corn with my fucking mashed
Potatoes, so what? Ho, kiss my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upper-class?
shit is intolerable
Livin' by principle
Starin' out over women in swimmin' suits by the pool
I'ma slide with a few
Every chance was spoiled, no
" because you're curious
Of the rap style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual
[parrish smith]
While I
and face it
They be calling me the MVP
But they envy me and my everything
They're calling me that guy
But it never got my pride
I'm forever by your side
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