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Okay My bitch bad like battle rappers that make albums with no outcome X the middleman, no Malcolm Where's the Talcum? Powder, when I smack niggas Palm itchin', Napalms, we bomb business Battle the strategist, it's just a game of battleship Nayvadius, the futuristic version of an avid kid Actavis, everybody lean on me Got them bags full of goodies like I'm CeeLo Green Who the fuck tryna mob out? I been on my job, no need to call out Turn your crib into a game of Fallout You put me in the water, bet I crawl out Alligator swag, can't do with the navigator swag (Indirection) Viewer discretion upon my beat selection You camе with aggression, now your neck gon' need protection (Py-pyrotеchnics) Watch 'em come with the water hose Make it rain on the bitch, that's how you water hoes Make it rain with the clip for those that all oppose Put they face in the box inside a centerfold Fire flows like I'm red and white Mario Zeltron out the barrio, cold as Ontario These niggas hysterical, I'm historical I am the oracle, I been know what's in store for you (Hold on a sec', alright?) Letras de cancionesBig angel in the projects, the greatest prospect Roughin' mangy, but I'm God's pet, nothin' far-fetched Seatin' four-deep in the 404, yep Forties a four on four, up Homie's a ho', this home up Four feet and swore he grown up Holy D-O-G Patrol the whole three with no leash on us My little woadie, go Broly on anyone that show up The fuck is you talkin' 'bout? The angel dog is out Dog 'em on sight, niggas'll log him out Ain't shit to blog about Oh wait, that's right, you got a lot of mouth With your own cottonmouth Duckin' smoke, he know the firehouse Gon' wait his mama house like a boat Okay, I got another route you could go Like we tryna leave out the house, what are those? Mhm, get up slow Mhm, deal a gun big enough to give us some hope I hope he quick enough Hope these niggas really got pressure 'cause I wasn't blessed with it Especially when this .38 special, suggest it's best we split Don't make me let it spit, promise his head'll split Promise his [?] messy, nigga, don't mess with this She said, "I notice you a dog, but this some G.O.A.T. shit" She said she want it from behind, I told her, "No shit" She said she wanna sixty-nine, I told her, "Don't snitch" She said, "Kenny, you got that fire, can you toast these–" (Pyro) G.O.A.T. killer, throat slitter, dope-getter Go-getter, crunch time, no sit-up Grown man, no sitter, grown nigga, like Dock Ellis Pro-pitcher, no-hitter From Letras Mania