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Uh, yeah Music rock Let's get it, mmm-hmm Yo Stop playing, y’all know I murder these bars Lying, where you stand right here, purgery charge They sleeping on me, king, don't really care what it's called When you woke up with the ring and see a courtesy call Don’t know who got a condom but this certainly raw And I ain't got a problem but I'm certainly yours See, I ain't perfect, but I am perfectly flawed And, boy, do I deliver, the summer turning me raw Who next, baby? Either pick the ball or the soil You know, chick international, I just call her a broad I rap in all capitals, more than half of these rappers do If you a half-rapper, then you the rapper I'm rapping to Wrapping you like package, if you ain't packing they packing you It just so happens you'll be the rapper in Habit 2 Son, I'm still Park Hill labral Whoever stole my pack of nine-one, I’m still mad at you Uh, but am I preaching to the choir? Then blow a Kim cloud like you speaking to the sky Hold it like a grudge ’til you're bleeding from the eye Wings up, move forever, I believe that I can fly Letras de canciones From the top, my dogs and your dogs on the ground Catch a round or catch a straight dog from the pound If this is Game Of Thrones, I ain’t fall from the crown And if this is a lot, y'all ain't fall from a clown I fall off this nothing, I ain't far from the ground Rappers open .16s and that ain’t far from the Browns They'll lay your game, your whole squad out of balance I'm too dirty to be washed up but y'all watered down I don't floss much, no, but I can C-E-O So I bossed up, ayy, buck fifty is the cost Cut A1 with the sauce up in beef, ever since I gave the pork off the heat Put the medal to your teeth, y'all done forked up, nice, another one to chore Caviar cut, Christ, know y'all dont want a cross That's because, just because this is torture, extorting Your inscorture, but rappers tryna tell me if it tort you Huh, meth get ugly but he gorgeous And get to this money, Daddy Warbucks Take his month, day over, pull the drugs up A cigar got us all up in the club playing "Squad Up" Uh, but am I preaching to the choir? Then blow a Kim cloud like you speaking to the sky Hold it like a grudge 'til you're bleeding from the eye Wings up, move forever, I believe that I can fly From Letras Mania