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I walk around chest high I've been told,
I blame your padre, you got your nose to your soles.
And your soles you only copped for the right brains,
The right thing was to turn left on the transients,
My soles speed past shenaynay,
While you in onyx with your nae nae,
I punta cana, with the dominican merengue,
The hips do lie, they might conceal the colt,
Only luck could get you and your big as head out that jam,
The A Section like a C section, only bars,
The latinas love the blacker berry,
As if it's all business, business class on the transatlantic,
Romantic with the katana, rose in the mouth,
Thorn poking,
In place of the token toke,
Only thing smoking is the a1
This that rap for smart scholars that don't know much,
Brothers try to be alike, hoping to find an a alike,
But steady dusting off the breezys,
Only way they face the moon is the female judge served subpoena,
Or solar eclipse,
I rock steady like the 80s or the medievals,
The fuck you doing riding the luxury tinted,
You asked nicely for the the fuzz,
What's the buzz around this lil scrawny broke ass nigga,
Doing it as a joke ass nigga,
Don't call me a nigga ass nigga,
Solitude and solemn don't cope ass nigga?
Freestyle shit
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- Hip-hop & Rap