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love u
im, plantin the bomb, you mothafuckas fail the retake
bitch we on a streak, we catchin dubs because the team's great
yo chain is fake, yo neck is green, you fuckin cheapskate
pop him in his face, so fuckin hard he feel his teeth ache
wintertime, you can go, bitch i been thru it all
back then caught him ackin, bullets flew thru the the hall
and now these cheesy ass rappers prolly sue for a brawl
thinkin that you got the heat, you fuckin chewin it off
and now you chokin it, roll you up, im tokin it
pussy keep a weapon, but its useless if he showin it
homie you ain't smokin shit, better get to stowin it
hide ya bitch and all the money, then get down before explosions hit
who you know wit more shooters then tom clancy
know i heard em dissin, keep the glock where its handy
movin up a brick, im movin salt, and rock candy
when im fuckin on ya bitch, i got her poppin on plan b, tell ya slut to unhand me
24 ks, i ain't talkin bout karats
if we had a fucking fight, should be proud of ya merit
if the shoe fit, fuck em, let em keep it to wear it
cuz the lately all the fuckin oppies, wanna chirp like a parrot
they can't compete, its apparent, they in the bleachers, and starin
bitch i bring the heat, delete, and cause deceit without carin
im too elite to compare, i mix the beat with the snare
bitch im ridin down ya street, discretely, keepin it there
because i know that you was fed fucked,
knew it from the jump, id have to be the one to step up
like a doctor bitch, im givin check ups
pastor preach the peace, until the oppies tryna set up
pop a glocky during morning sermon
pastor said that im disgusting, more then vermin
im sick as shit, i can feel my fuckin body turnin
drop a clip, walk off the scene and leave my homi burnin
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap