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Yeah, Marci Yo Quit comparin' him with the mandem Wearin' everything, on the lam: the mannequin Did everything from scramblin' to pimpin' and panderin' Lettin' the hammer rinse, banana Panamera with the tints The Black Blake Carrington with the 80-carat ring Baby was like, "Ain't that what rabbits eat?" (Ain't that what rabbits eat?) Rappers like crabs in a barrel Throwin' jabs on these apps, but I don't battle rap This here straw? This shit broke the camel's back in Iraq My mans crashed like the motorbike ain't have handles to grab Air your pad, stick you, every candle out in your flat Hot candle wax on your slacks (uh) Left out of Saks, they said it was ransacked Hand of racks, pulled a vanishing act (poof) I'm just tryna make the magic last Don't get caught in a trick bag Can't have one foot in rap and one in quicksand That shit don't make no sense, fam Watch the bitch you met on the 'Gram The witch'll sniff a gram off the pentagram Then stick the shiv in you like a Christmas ham Dance with the devil, every step's a penitentiary chance Demons channeling my energy through a piece of hair Pair of sneakers, or even streetwear, a tee and some pants Claim to have tea on me, but people ain't even care "Yeah, yeah, he's a square, he weird" Said, "He weak in bed, he a piece of shit, he ain't even lit He a street pimp," don't think 'cause I be in the mix That I'm geeked to fit in, bitch, you reachin', eat a dick (eat a dick) Please forgive my French (uh) We cannot be friends if you ride the fence Gotta stay with the sides you pick (stay there) I been hip since the days of Thai Stick Back when Big Mama used to beat your behind with the switch Now the Glock nine, this shit got a switch Slugs hit your body and stick (ooh) Sizzle like a pot of hominy grits You have to learn who your true homies are and shit You got the jealous homies that don't want to see you come up You got the player haters, you got the crooked females who wanna set you up And then you got the niggas in general who just roll around Just lookin' for niggas period to jack
Writer(s): C Meyer Rahkeim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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