Best rapper, dead rapper, best rapper I
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I don't need you today, I fucked you yesterday
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I shoot motherfuckers you shoot for a smoke
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I don't pick up the pipe from the group, it's impossible to call (Grrra)
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I fucked you like a checkpoint (Grrra)
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Your ass, alas, is not fucking worth it (Grrra)
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These fagots around change their roles, I don't know you, but I cause so much pain,
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but don't cry
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And if you cry, then scream, pray for me, while I'm driving to my dream, close your eyes
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And as if you were blind, I'm not a fucking bird, I won't be reborn from the ashes
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I put money in my backpack, bitch loves my track, your rappers are fake, I charge bang!
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Bang!
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I put money in my backpack, bitch love my track, your rappers are fake, I charge bang!
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Bang!
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I put money in my backpack, bitch loves my track, your rappers are fake, I charge bang!
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Bang!
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I put money in my backpack, bitch loves my track, your rappers are fake, I charge bang!
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Bang!
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When I fly to the beat, you need water, you need to drink, let's collect the beat,
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take the rhythm, drinking Jean, I recorded my hit, this Mila is bombed,
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as if beaten off with a bat, your hands are under a beat, I feed my world, you need more,
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surprise you what's stopping you from my fucking cry? |
(grrra)
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They don't know anything, and don't know themselves
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Coming out of the apartment, you're pissing that you're from the bottom
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I do not change, but I change, someone created a game
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We are all people, we will all die, your sister will die too
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I put money in my backpack, bitch loves my track, your rappers are fake, I charge bang!
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Bang!
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I put money in my backpack, bitch loves my track, your rappers are fake, I charge bang!
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Bang!
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I put money in my backpack, bitch loves my track, your rappers are fake, I charge bang!
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Bang!
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I put money in my backpack, bitch loves my track, your rappers are fake, I charge bang!
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Bang! |
(grrra) |