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Roland Coit
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Lyrics
Fuck you Bitch
Aye boy these niggaz ain't eating
And they know we know
Had to leave you with the classicness
Before we go
It ain't too many who can
Stand wit us toe to toe
Oh fa sho fa sho
Yeah fa sho fa sho
You either wit me or against me
Don't be iffy with the Sensai
I'm prolly sittin' listenin'
Pissed and shittin' on ya mixtape
This ain't a game but in a
Different league is where my wrist play
From the Yak, but that gold thing
On my arm that shit was Swiss made
It's rent paid for you
My dude this mortgage here for me
And I got right up on this bitch
Yo shit it orbit near the beat
Clear the streets and get ya cameras out
I'm who they hear to see
I'm a conundrum hot as fuck
But still as cool as Mr. Freeze
A mystery but in a fire verse
I'll fry ya like a fric-a-see
Vividly the kid in me'll
Light ya like a Christmas tree
Sayin' you can fuck with us
Is soundin' like a diss to me
Now I gotta beat yo ASS
While practicin' social distancing
Split ya wig, ya noodle err'where
Lookin' like silly string
This a dream I live
You need to tap in like Ben Vereen
Ven aqui, lit'raly
Memo to the industry
Fuck You Bitch
What what what up
I make a zero look good
I am Gilbert Arenas
Gun bars and all
They know it's real when they see us
We sitting courtside
While you're still in the bleachers
We'll never butt heads
You got a deal with it Beavis
We hunting down your heroes
Like we General Grievous
You ain't a big problem
You a general grievance
Our general thesis
Is we fill up arenas
We out here holding court
While you sending subpoenas
Your girl is wondering
If I could send her some penis
She gives brain and I love
Being friends with a genius
And she a fucking Rhodes scholar
She make the balls disappear
Like a globetrotter
Who on the globe is hotter
Then this three man weave
I drop this anchor in her wet shit
Now she can't leave
Niggas like
"Where are you be at Weez?"
Coming up with a plan
To put my knee in Trumps neck
Until he can't breathe
It's S'Marvin
Fasho Fasho Fasho Fasho
If a nigga say I'm wack
He gotta be Pinnichio
Waiting on his nose to grow
Hanging from Japeto's rope
If they ask how cold I am
Tell them niggaz Poconos
Better grab ur overcoat
Flow will make you overdose
You thinking Holy smokes
Is this the Holy Ghost or polio
Rapper activist
Add that to my portfolio
But every time I try to score
They try to move the goal post
It's Good
Let me keep it 2 Virgils with you
We don't need you if you got
Any of that Virgil in you
They gon' try to murder you
Get ya people murdered too
Killed that man on purpose
How he only getting murder 2
Black lives matter
But black lives shatter
When life is cut short
From a racist slave master
We all got a part to play
Might catch a charge today
Evolution
Retribution
Revolution starts today
Aye boy these niggaz ain't eating
And they know we know
Had to leave you with the classicness
Before we go
It ain't too many who can
Stand wit us toe to toe
Oh fa sho fa sho
Yeah fa sho fa sho
Miss us with the bull
This ain't our first rodeo
Out here roping up
This money nigga do-si-do
I put that on the yak we guzzle
And the dro we blow
Oh fa sho fa sho
Yeah fa sho fa sho
Oh fa sho fa sho
Yeah fa sho fa sho
Writer(s): Cecil Coit
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