Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Your Favorite Rapper, artist - Alley Boy.
Date of issue: 16.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Your Favorite Rapper |
Yeah your favorite rapper’s a damn lie |
Sneaks lyin nigga boy I testify |
I done seen you niggas kind before |
It ain’t no way we could be friends, blood shed provoked |
It ain’t gonna be a pretty picture I swear to God my nigga |
I fuck with real silent killers you won’t hear my nigga |
Blood thirsty is the pack like a laughing hyena |
You nigga free bitch I can smell the bitch and the. |
Here’s the bullet boys nigga digging diamonds and d |
I’m at the doorstep nigga didn’t think I come |
I’ll have a bottle with friends who betray the Judas |
I got a real trap hell runs starters and shooters |
These niggas lying through their teeth lining up on me |
So we gonna ride in the street, treyvon martin fuck peace |
Religion war, crack epidemic |
You rappers all gimics and throwin all twenty |
This ain’t no pull out grill bitch ey |
This ain’t no rent payin bitch ey |
These niggas lying they ain’t mercing shit |
When I throw down he gonna shit and piss |
Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie x 8 |
Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie |
You can double check this record that I stand by |
How real is he if he been paying for his blood ties? |
He blood in, he blood out at a blood drive |
Red cross, blue shield, blue steel nigga |
Gunfight if you ain’t' dead be still nigga |
And who is you to ever question who’s a real nigga |
You never been, you never was, you never will nigga |
Ha, Bought mama’s Jag in '01 |
The only hits I had then was a nose run |
Dropped «Grindin'», let you hear just how the dope’s slung |
Then Shot the video where I was buying my dope from |
If that ain’t' autobiographical the indictment mentions clothes lines and |
rappers too |
Tell me what the fuck I got to prove |
To a mother fucker with nothing to lose? |
Never, Never been shit ever |
Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie x 8 |
(oooooooh shit) |
Desperado guns nigga I got tools for dues |
Fuck your labels deals bitch we want ten mill for school |
Your nigga pussy in the streets Hollywood they start |
Your favorite rapper is a gimic nigga see who you are |
But if they say I’m a hater got the idustry fooled |
No niggas use to fuck with em say he used to be cool |
I draw the line in the sand for them to make their move |
I’m just let it get its best knights got real tools |
But I ain’t hypnotized you see the greed in my eyes |
I’m from the streets where easy money be the reason you die |
But I got real trust issues I don’t fuck with these niggas |
I keep these pussies all around me you ain’t gonna sneak me nigga |
As the swisher burn slow, blood money count slow |
Label duct taped industry niggas remain… |
80 bands on my wrist bitch please rappers hide it from jewlers |
Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie x 8 |