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lives decreasin when my tempers increasin/i got BARS like a U P C/princess and buchanon shoutout to U P T/coppin rocks from PABLO phone on RING like PETEY/im leaving and ya girl tryna get TLC end up CREEPING/pussy i am NEEDING if a bitch is NEEDY/im chillin swaggin to DEATH! my outfits a KILLIN...fuck wit me catch these CLIPSE like LORD WILLIN...imma sworn villian...this a score bitches..its-smoke
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okay its that yungin smoke gun n coat/moneys goin up like a runnin slope/my boys CLEAN! they huntin SOAP/lunchin smoke where that money im fakin like i dont fuckin know/i be it cause i been bout this CHANGE like SEASONS/give me a reason the clips get the feastin/niggas stop the breathen everybody runnin and screamin/jesus my lines are the TRICK peep how the MIC treat it/prolly tweetin ya chick i STOLE her pussy i be THIEVEN/bullshit i dont need it this IRON get the CREASEN...
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yo its big birdy man and i run this bitch/ matter fact put a collar on my lil dog bitch/ if yeen know its named lil wayne cuz he my lil bitch/ he such a lil bitch that i gotta scratch his itch/ if i wasnt such bitch i'd a think he was a snitch/ he such a lil punk that he even ride my hitch/ he never wear a shirt this aint abercrombie and fitch/ signed him to young money only cuz he sucked my dick/ yea im dissin on my self cuz i love to rub sticks/ by the way, lil wayne never wrote his own lyrics
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ONE FOR THE THE MONEY TWO FOR THE CARS/ERRYONE KNOW WHAT IT IS WHEN VEED IGNITES THEM C4 BARS/RUN DUCK FOR COVA/CAUSE IM ROCKY IN THIS BATTLE UR MR. T CLUBBA/GET BEAT UP LEFT IN THE STREET UPSIDE DOWN ON YO HEAD/FUCKIN WITH A BEAST HARDER THAN LEAD/HANDS LIKE HOLYFIELD PRIME LIKE ROY JONES/TRANSLATION U DONT STAND A CHANCE PULL TWO BERETTAS JUST TO MAKE U CHICKIN DANCE/NO PRIME TIME/CAUSE ITS MY TIME/IM RIP U SONS UH BITCHES GET STICHES AN LEAVE ME THE RICHES IN MY GAME THERE IS NO GLITCHES....
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DUDES ACTIN TOUGH TALKIN BOUT THE WORK/IM MORE LIKE WHOS THE DUMB MOTHA FUCKA I HAVE TO MERK/ILL WAIT AFTER THE CLUB AND STALK UR WHOLE CREW NO LERK/CAUSE I TAKE ON NUMBERS LIKE THE I.R.S AND I NEVA SETTLE FOR NOTHIN LESS THAN SUCCESS/GATTA GET MONEY THEN MAKE BITCHES UNDRESS/WASSUP WAZZZ HATTTNIN A DUDE START TALKIN THAN I COME IN CLUB SLAPPIN HIM WHAT HAPPEND THEN/ WELL , HELL, IM THE BEST THE SHIT, BUT U IN HISTORY BOOK PAPER WHERE IT WILL GIVE UR HAND UH SLIT/JUST BE A GOOD PUPPY AND SIT///
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SLANGIN AN BANGIN ON FOOLS TALKIN MAD SHIT/ RAPPIN IS EASY THATS WHY I DO MY HARD SPIT/GET UR LIPS SLIT/ OR MUMIFIED LIKE A MUMMY ALL YALL DUMMIES SHUT THE FUCK UP/OR GET FUCK'ED THE FUCK UP/IRISH MAN SAID ALL UR LUCK UP/WHEN U FUCKIN WITH ME TAKE YALL OUT BABY A.B.C 1 2 3 TIMES BY THAT NONE CAUSE THATS ALL THE BALLS I SEE WHEN FOOS BACKS AGAINST THE WALL/I COME FORWARD FUCK LEANIN ON THE ROPES/I HOPE WHEN I GET A LICK ITS MONEY BLUNTS AND DOPE/THATS REVINUE FOO AN NO U AINT BETTA DUDE, U PRUDE
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off some dry clips, paper stacking like im on my donald trump shit, when it comes to drama yall dont even bump shit, like a college coarse all yall do is flunk shit, i ride wit thorogh niggas all we do is slump shit, my flow retarded wit the flu, guess im dumb sick, you caught the clap always fuckin wit a bum bitch, im in the trap, workin hard scaling some fish, im on my noreaga hustlin sellin drugs shit, you on ya funny money dummy bummy some shit, im on my fuckin all ya honeys get my nuts kiss
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im gettin paid but i aint on my wealth shit, im bieng watched, so i be on my stealth, you just a worker, you on ya santas elf shit, you like a fart, cuz i aint neva felt shit, and ya mans, he always on his frail shit, and wen the beef start he dont even help shit, with the cops, he always wanna tell shit, so imma send yall away like on some mail shit, you see me im always on my fly shit, kush dro sour diesel on my high shit, firearm like a camel cuz my 9 spit, im gettin high yall gettin buzzed
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14 people dont have subwoofers
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I Run This Bitch; So Let Tha Beat Keep Spinnin..
Meh & My Team Stay Winnin, Choppin Up & Blowin Spinach..
Doin It Tha Biggest, But Money is Tha Mission. Good Weed & Bad Bitchez
is My Daily Fitness. Spittin Directly About Bizness, Gettin Riich By Tha Min..
Rack on Racks in Tha Kitchen, Roman Balcony With No Ceilings.. So Tell
These Niggas How I'm Livin, Sky Hiigh Above Tha Buildin...-KING



bahaha These dudes they think can rhyme.. Here we go, Now im goin in nd i aint takin no mercy, dont give a fuck bout what yur feelings felt.. Im gunna grill cheese these dudes, MELT.. The illest nigga spittin it till 2012, Ya think ya rhymes is hot till you step in the cage with the dealer and get DEALT.. How many bars can he go? spittin this rediculous flow.. Oh NO! 718 Reppin, White boi spittan.. got you thinkan.. Shit took me 20 seconds to type AND im drinkan!
SC3IZZLE 1 year ago 15
OK ITS NOW FOR ME TO PUT THESE NIGGAS IN THERE PLACE IF THEY HAVE A PROMBLEM I PUNCH THEM IN THEY FACE CUT OFF THIER SO THEY CAN NOT TASTE I BE ON THE HUSTLE EVERY WHERE AND EVER PLACE LOOK MY RYHMES ARE THE BEST OF ALL I AM CUTE AND VERY TALL I FUCK BITCHES THAT SUCK ON THE BALLS GET THEM OFF THEY FEET AND DROP THEIR DRAWS HA THE RAPING KING IS DONE BEST RAPPER ALIVE ALL DAY HUN PEACE
gokutimmy 1 year ago 11