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I do not talk, I am just a rapperC.G. but I'm real light talkI know these motherfuckers wish I'd turn my mic offFuckin' Reddy RooseveltBig stick, walk soft On top of this hill of pussy where I get my rocks offYeah my raps kill laundryKnock socks offRappers think they're on the courtAll they do is trash talkBut I do not talk, I am just a rapperHe's rapping over indie songs? This is a disaster!But I made it dope like I'm cookin in the kitchenAnd these niggas couldn't see me now I'm fucking with they visionAnd these bitches wasn't listeningNow they fucking listeningShoot from the hip, motherfucker I'm a hipsterDo big things like a whale is your sisterBitches get all dolled up, WestminsterFake niggas ain't happy, are ya dude?More (w)raps than vegetarian barbecuesCan't learn, this rapping has to be part of youBig dog, I'm steady reppin', I'm MarmadukeLetras de cancionesAnd I'm trying to doEverythingSick BoyMedicineAnd I kill beefBurger KingElroy, and I jettisonI'm the atmosphereI was always hereGirls tremble when they see me like it's cold in thereI do not talk don't chat neitherIf it ain't about me then you shouldn't talk eitherGambi mixtape got em poppin outThe super late girls asking when the album droppinIf you ain't gettin yours then you better get somethingMy shit hot shit like turd in the ovenMy mouth drops classicsLips are historicTongue is amazingAsk your clitorisUnderground king like a young Bun BAnd these haters are pussy so they should love meCuz I'm so T-I-T-ENiggas can't believe that my shit is freeIndie rap niggas smoke purp, drink teaNigga, pop quiz: what you know about me?And what you should know, I do a lot of thisI mean business, I'm the EconomistBig bad wolf, blowing over your cottagesNigga on Twitter and ain't even a follow-istI'm dropping new shit, like the early birdShout out to SilverlakeShout out to WilliamsburgTo all my Slick Rick kids looking dapperDo your thing and you are just a rapper From Letras Mania