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Mario Domingo Gonzales
Mario Domingo Gonzales
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I see that You been talking shit on me Yeah But you better believe that You about to get fucked Up For that Now let's imagine I'm out snappin' necks And grabbin' checks And movin' to a cabin Stabbin' several men Just to brag about it Then I grab a couple thousand to astound a young Italian bitch "What would that mean?" One could say I'm on my path to stardom Coppin' foreign whips, supreme garments Stay in fly apartments Bein' rich enough to disregard Hella shit startin' So instead I stay fly on the low, like a hive of bees Chief keef Cause I'm the shit y'all don't like But your favorite rapper forced to bite At least a lil off the style I've been rockin' for a while I can be myself and that alone can make your bitch smile Receive the good dick Send her on the way home with a smile that'll stick Could end any little rapper at my own will This time I'm not about to clown before I kill Mama said don't play with my food So I keep my comments to myself And dust these raps up off the shelf And lay em on the track, watch ya ass I see that You been talking shit on me Yeah But you better believe that You about to get fucked Up For that Yo Fuck her Wake her up Tell her "put on ya jeans" I like to call that shit a ride awakening Can't seem to intervene with what you can't see Told ya hoe "no, no, no" Then I fucked last week And I'm rapping on this beat like it ain't nothing NingeniuS and Graves we gon' be something I'm a rapper, what that mean? You can keep talking I fucked your hoe, left her 'lone now she keeps stalking Well if you wanna be mine Well you can be mine And I'll show you a good time But relax you're too fast But relax you're too fast Girl, you so fine I throw you my line But just gimme some time Relax, relax, relax, relax Ugh
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