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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Carter
Ryan Carter
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Carter
Ryan Carter
Songwriter

Letra

Got no kids, kids, kids Got no kids, kids, kids Got no kids, kids, kids Got no kids, kids, kids We see em in parks, we gonna run from them (slang) Ain't gonna catch me in no shit (slang) Got no kids, kids, kids (slang) Got no kids, kids, kids People always asking for the key When your independent you are free 'Til you are a loser you can't be me Don't take much to get famous in 2016 Once a year, keep a album comin' Every year another album comin' Started rappin in '96 My hand has never touched on a clit I been recording for years with no freaking help Publishing on my own, with no financial help I'm like Weird Al dude, I ain't normal, jigga Just a suburban dude out of Detroit, Michigan, jigga That street talk, that's foreign to me! Special dick talk here fuck! Yeah my balls brown as mud damn near We still stalkin' millionares! shit! We gon' gross you out, I swear You gon' think I'm fucking psycho You ain't heard nothin' like this shit I'm bout to copyright this shit Got no kids, kids, kids Got no kids, kids, kids Got no kids, kids, kids (slang) Got no kids, kids, kids (slang) We see em in parks, we gonna run from them (slang) Ain't gonna catch me in no shit (slang) Got no kids, kids, kids (slang) Got no kids, kids, kids Haters, haters, none of ya'll are on my radar Haters, haters, none of ya'll are on my radar Haters, haters, none of ya'll are on my radar No, no, none of ya'll, none ya'll even on my radar Wake up in the courtroom, I'm facing charges Jump up on the judge's bench, fuck the charges Expose my dick on the court steps Case y'all ain't notice, I ain't sane yet Girls know I bout to come Soon as they hear that uh, uh, uh (RIGHT!) Y'all know the difference right From rap facts and fiction, right? Real life I hate Hoes Real life I got goals In real life they praise me? In real life. Hell naw! Ancestors reverent (true), saw much sufferin (yep) I fear police (ok), my life different (fo sho) Educated scholar (WHAT ELSE?) My prez is black (WHAT ELSE!) Fuck the others (HA!) God bless you all, I wish the best to ya'll Don't get mad at me! I'm just a writer ya'll! Got no kids, kids, kids Got no kids, kids, kids Got no kids, kids, kids Got no kids, kids, kids We see em in parks, we gonna run from them (slang) Ain't gonna catch me in no shit (slang) Got no kids, kids, kids Got no kids, kids, kids Haters, haters, none of ya'll are on my radar Haters, haters, none of ya'll are on my radar Haters, haters, none of ya'll are on my radar No, no, none of ya'll, none ya'll even on my radar Nightmares in America!
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