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Featuring Sneakas I’m kinda the reason the people still believe in rappers medium Even if you need em to consider this evening was teasin easin These pills mind your peace, accusing abusing Dope lines, I got resolve in using This is leaky fosset rap Once I start spittin I’m feelin My little New York studio, apartment to the ceiling You can’t stop me from pinning everything I touch Not exactly Midas but I might just start to care enough Ladies and gentlemen, everything’s fine Everything’s fine, everything’s fine The kids are alright, they had dinner on time Dinner on time, dinner on time This ain’t the bullshit that we feed em Is where did racker bringin it back to packin Mackin back in the act, smackin a rapper to back in the facts It’s a little favor just for you sup on And give you a taste of the things we grew up on I spit the hardest, your favorite artist I come the hardest, that’s what you say Said I’m good looking, foreign from Brooklyn Cause I’m so big, that’s what she said Uh you so deep, your lyrics are crazy Letras de cancionesI really feel it, that’s what she said That’s what she said, that’s what she said That’s what she said, that’s what she said Take me where I ain’t never been and there ain’t very hard to find Like where the wild things are, my style is so bizarre Yea I know I got you open like a door is a jar And in the jar was sticky pain from the dispensary Pristine, my jeans are clean, I mean neatly And the roof is future blew in the face just like the beast And my Timberlands were stomping like my niggas on the east We all codies to the god, peace to the queen But my tux is fully laced, that later place where I’ll be doing my thing I say my grace for eat apples like an appetizer Bitch they off my naked here, take somewhere the sanitizer So analyze the vandalizer that’ll brutalize ya Rank is an abused rapper like I was your supervisor I smoke my BD’s like blowin CD’s about my window Can see these rappers fuckin up my yellows I need a Q tip, fuck on Alicia Noby So I can find a way so I can finish up my story On the world tour, with Sneakas my man Fuckin each and every bitch with my dick in my hand I spit the hardest, your favorite artist I come the hardest, that’s what you say Said I’m good looking, foreign from Brooklyn Cause I’m so big, that’s what she said Uh you so deep, your lyrics are crazy I really feel it, that’s what she said That’s what she said, that’s what she said That’s what she said, that’s what she said Yo I mean I’m tryna tell ya man, that’s what she said She fuckin lyin She did not lie She promised! That bitch is a crackhead That bitch is not exactly that’s my best friend you’re talkin about You know what? That’s not even a bitch, that’s a shim, that’s a tranny bitch That is not a shim Her Adam’s apple was so small That’s what she said That is what she said Whatever, I’m just telling you I’m your friend I’m your friend, I’m not gonna lie to you I’m your friend, you paid for her I didn’t know the bitch was a tranny I didn’t know she’s a shim You could’ve said But what did he tell you? I mean what did he say? She said her name was Joy No, that’s what he said That uh, that’s the agreement (That’s what she said, that’s what she said) We’re good That’s what she said Yea Uh uh and the best album of forever.. ever An Oscar goes to Oscar the chef From Letras Mania