| Quit trying to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar
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| I spark life with the pen
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| Too advance for ya’ll
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| My raps are, my raps are unbelievable
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| I think it’s time I play the lotto
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| I’m feeling lucky sucker, oh well fuck it is my motto
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| Gotta bring the ruckus smoking nuggets, sip moscato
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| With roscoe dash while I play his record on serato
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| Vado’s, prolly my favorite rapper since bob dole
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| Odd flow so I drive slow with my eyes closed
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| Stop stroll? |
| nah yo I’d rather eat hot crow
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| Closed throat, gross bro, don’t forget to swallow
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| Hollow, that’s what they try to tell me that my rhymes is
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| So I found God had to tell him what his moms did
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| WHAT?! |
| is this some fucking sick joke?
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| Like an anorexic chick putting on a strip show
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| No shit, oh bitch, go and let them nips show
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| Let me see a pole flip and then throw it back
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| back bone when I take it back home
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| Heard I made that ass fat, I’m a fuckin rap pro
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| Let’s go!
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| Man I came to bring the pain
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| Twelvey spittin' flames
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| Live from the 212, with my A dollar gang
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| AP Audamar
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| Running like a viking back
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| Instagram with the flow
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| All the hoes liking that, Recite it back
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| Run it back, Play it over (play it over)
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| Ace set everything, my young nigga’s taking over
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| Pop Rex make ya' soda
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| Loud it’s a roll up
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| Cooking up some shit Ty Dash screaming hold up
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| Rosay what it do? |
| True niggas make ya moves
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| Came to give ya hell, for the pleasure and the principal
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| Kick it by the school, trappin' in the frat house
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| Gorgeous Motherfucker gettin' pussy like it’s a cat house
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| Blow the back out, Didn’t bring the stacks out
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| Then she got a trean, everybody bring in the stash house
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| Carolina blue jays, shit is like stack house
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| Sippin real slow but a nigga’s on the fast route
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| Last year this time, I was on some low shit
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| Last year this time, ya’ll was on some ho shit
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| Body after body I’m a 12 gauge shawty
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| Toast to the mowi cause I know that God has got me
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| Huh, Man I came to play
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| I ain’t talking bout no games today
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| Man I’m tripping on the fame today
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| Man I aim to spray, I step back and let the flame away
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| I set it off.
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| (Yo, I think I took to many of those. Yo Ash how many was I supposed to take?
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| I think I’m fucked. |
| Heh
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| Walk into the most expensive strip club with my dick out
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| Pissed a fist full of change and knocked that bitch out
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| Today was my first day at work I brought yo dish out
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| Clip my toenails over your plate to watch you fish out
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| Pictures of greatness. |
| Now, show me wear the cake is
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| I’m a take it and Shove it all in the lawmakers faces
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| Doing what you feel can be unreal
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| I looked up and spit like half a meal
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| Pictures of my old crib hanging at my new crib
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| Raps and hoes, besides those I don’t do shit
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| Tryna do it extra cool, don’t fuck with the stress
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| Louie condoms, Girl come get Fucked with finase
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| MY school kids are pimpin, they sellin choclate bars
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| Me and my niggas up in this crib and we some choclate stars
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| You said I fell off, my money said that bitch a liar
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| How you sleeping on chip if your matress on fire?
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| Tonights the night that will change your life girl
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| All you gotta do is give him what he like girl
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| Allota head and a alotta shut the fuck up and chill
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| Mabey a 25 and 2 viagra pills
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| Let’s roll the flame up
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| I didn’t came up
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| When you steady going up they wanna hang ya
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| But, I ain’t worried until they read my verdict
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| I’m a promise I splure it because, I feel I deserve it
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| I get more from flippin the burgers
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| Move from a worker to the chairman of my own operation
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| You could get under, I throw a party and bitches think it’s a slumber
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| Some chicks that spent the night, but, I never gave them my number
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| I’m young hefner, a couple cuties to measure
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| Houndred and 12 weigh it up, it’s nothing extra
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| And when you murdered the pen they wanna test ya
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| Just don’t make me black yo eyes like a professer
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| Don’t you know I’m wanna them guys? |
| go check the records
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| Have me getting clappin like the end of a lecture
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| I’m good in the empire you part of it, then you lucky
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| They call me Yp, but in the city I’m like nucky
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| Ripples can’t believe it and haters feel the same
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| They don’t care about the grad
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| They juices of minute maid
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| I tell them all the time, «get out get paid»
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| You here for the lang haul or only just a phase? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bastermating , by - Asher Roth. Song from the album Pabst & Jazz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп