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S.A.M. act iii MORGUE DESCRIPTION | Single
LYRICS:
Verse 1:
Slidin on dese niggas like a muthafuckin boat load
Big dawg in the city, like I’m Missy, pest it’s no control
Realest nigga living, still inventing with this rap-shit flow
Flodgin ass niggas ain’t no touching me, I’m too ten toes
Pull up in an escargo, feeling like I’m D-Low,
Pussy niggas don’t know da lingo, askin me now what’s the cheat codes
You’n get it, way too pimpin for you pussy ass lil niggas
I been dropping shit I was 6th grade out of cheapo
Choppo in my booty pocket rockin like Pachino
Like a gangster, I been way to wanster tryna keep the peace tho
Fuck my momma, nah hoe fuck yo crew, you youngest baby too
I been PG like I’m Nemo, time turn up shit like Chemo
Shit get dangerous, I’m in my baggest, poppin triple tags,
Said it fast, you couldn’t catch the rap, but really do you rap
Tryna tell me how to cop a field, and show me how to spazz,
Fuck you bitch, yo hoe can suck this dick, matterfact she has,
Shit get greasy, swear it’s way too easy, ain’t no MC beatin me
Too collegiate, athletic rapper eating, a beast up on these beats
Call up B.B, tell em C.B., seaping, blood cause I got meat,
Country demon, time, I’m undefeated, Batman with the wings
Ah-ah-Ah-ah-Ah-I’m so grotesque,
I got a bullet in my ankle from when they shot at me ain’t left
Hoes down, pimps up, pulling both, im too direct
Big boss, skinny nigga, Iet me pop it off my chest
Hoes confusing me for simple but I’m way to complex
Like Easy-E, when it comes to down to this rapping shit, im best
It’s no contest, competition lacking, can I be frank
Most of the game is really pussy, got the mic tached to my name (uh)
Chorus (X2):
Fuck my baby mom, I’m so grotesque
If I’m so grotesque, then tell me why these bitches on my neck
Niggas on my dick, tryna see just how I wash the rinse
How I’m eating big, how I’m really winning with no wins
Demon-talkin, waxin on it like Miyagi,
With the sausage, on my dick, these niggas really some impostas
Eat the noodle up, bitches wanna eat meat like it’s pasta,
Where yo shooters bruh, thinkin bout my sex, hoe that’s yo problem
On shakur, on my nigga pop, overclock da watch,
Kodak Black, feelin like a gremlin, too much heat, I’m hot
No Bashur, hoe apply da pressure, pushing P for dot,
K on da scene, apologize me like J. Cole, it’s not alot
I’m just kidding, I’m on my bullshit really, playin with my right
Like a fixture, hang a nigga in the middle just like a light
They ain’t ready, talking bout me like im nasty, hoe let’s fight
Get in with me, with the biggest boss, the biggest P on site
Fuck my baby mom, I’m so grotesque
If I’m so grotesque, then tell me why these bitches on my neck
Niggas on my dick, tryna see just how I wash the rinse
How I’m eating big, how I’m really winning with no wins
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap