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I don't rap beef, soul snatch that ass deep Grim reaper, street sweeper, feet Neimans, speak to me Codiene and Adderall, Bally bags and Taliban I could've went to Alcatraz, niggas always talking bad Please check the news clips, I do this, a nuisance Wildin' all in traffic with a Uzi, on buffoonery You cool as me, I do this shit, I'm strangling Judas's Don't play with me, I'm chasing niggas Bitch, you bought the major leagues Long stocking, Pippy Longstocking More problems, more bodies Won't find 'em, Local lakes is getting crowded I got Bally, I got Louis, I ain't really into Prada Split medulla oblongata's, a couple way from a father Abuse these Margielas, my jacket is Moncler Celine wrappers on my toes, these are not Air Forces Mr. Everything, I stood on 30 thousand on the floor Three-sixty bust down and I was not doing no shows You need to go back to your hood 'cause we is not bringing no hoes Chopsticks, mopsticks, Ralfy blinding the moshpit Disgusting, suck me, bitch the fit been musty The nerve of me cursing, I'm slurring, I'm curving these dirty birds A five in a one, who the fuck I think I'm Dirty Purp Gheesy my people, drummer stinky beaches I break the internet with my freestyles from Pro Tools Don't know you, these niggas really Venice Beach hobos Rapper with a gun, I go bad, I got a drum Spilling bricks all up in Neimans, I be acting up off mud She said if you needed help then you should've asked for some 20 bands up on a bitch, bitch, you shouldn't been acting up Blue tips, movies, you know I'm toting the whole thing Bruce Lee, Suzy, kick in your door for the whole thing Niggas be popping like they be popping up in four Benz White bitch, think she said her cousin Lindsay Lohan Beat her to a slow jam, Ric Flair's Hogan I'm Michael Myers, Sideshow Bobber flyer Niggas nice, they Flanders, I ain't lying The king of the hill, I know beef when it's real Ain't no beef on the grill, ain't no pieces of steel Ain't no homicide cars, ain't no police in the rear Stop playing Nigga Niggas talkin', like nigga this shit regular I been doin' this, we don't rap beef I don't do none of that shit You know I'm just havin' fun, haha Check my casefiles, like, like, like Mopsticks all in the couches and that shit, stop playin' with me nigga, ahah Nigga, like, like, like, like Niggas be havin' all them super powers but can't bring they homies back from the dead Like, I don't understand, like, haha Don't pop it to me, keep that shit music, haha Ugh, like like like, like, niggas be thinkin' they Suge or somethin' Like nigga, like shells don't knock down Goliath and all that I'm tellin' niggas, I just knocked down Brad Like I'm the bully breaker, like nigga, haha I'm talkin' 'bout two-two-three shells all on my rug Like F&N, MAC's, nigga, like Just stop playin' with me nigga This shit really regular though nigga Damn bitch, I only been out, what, a month now, ahah Ah, I'm a problem nigga They ask me how I'm feeling, my nigga, I'm feeling lovely It must be, everywhere I go, they wanna fuck me Musty, ugh my nigga, who got that musty? It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy They ask me how I'm feeling, my nigga, I'm feeling lovely It must be, everywhere I go, they wanna fuck me Musty, ugh my nigga, who got that musty? It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy
Writer(s): Laron Robinson, Robert Magee Ii, Angelo Johnson, Alejandro Carranza, Fenix Rypinski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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