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All you rap niggas running in place Nothing to say you such a disgrace I don’t want it easy baby, it’s the love of the chase Life is a wet dream, niggas'll kill you and come to your wake My demeanor fly Benny Medina high as Chris Tucker’s eyes When watching Al Greene but the game changed they cross dress Rim offset I’m a dog marrying me Miss Lady is far fetched Run Simmons leathers the MC never lost I’m cut from Biggie’s Coogi sweater cloth “X” marks the spot I pray we never cross Drug dealer thoughts inspired by Raw Report Unruly Italian Cut suits I’m such a mulli Ferrari with the bubble booty never hug a groupie Francis Ford dope enough I’m a seduction movie Quick to bust like when a baby clutch an Uzi I don’t believe the devil came as a snake Why would he come as something you naturally hate I got fine taste, get it Why wait. Shooter keep the 30 like a 9-5 break Shit get ugly as Strangé Diamonds shine on my Bitch call it a blind date Everything is high stakes Can’t wait to get the Rollie with the wide face I’mma call it Moesha I ain’t doing features nigga Letras de cancionesTriple beam dream these dope fiends get lit I never compromise my integrity for a hit My story rag and rich But funny how when I got the money I never fell off Give my ring a kiss Don Shit Keyante sip basking in the ambiance Listen and get insomnia Her top left me hanging like a top of palm tree slop me up In and out her like a robbery bruh High fashion I’m the newest king of all these rappers Go head and make a list of who's the wackest You ran rapid, little one hit wonders were average That hoe called fame shit you can have her Pure nigga vernacular Benz backing up ball player swagger (huh) Got to stay in tune I’m looney it’s just my character I go deep in Japanese denim with a freak English don’t speak any I made It by the skin on my teeth celebration call it off Nah, not tonight no good words for me 'Cause I ain't even got a vice Rob the game we got paper to blow Niggas hate who they relate to the most I don’t get it I’m a star you’ll need forever to reach Nick Grimm Reaper flirting I can feel death in each kiss John Lennon vintage no cheap shit you weak shit Sugar on the kit that’s a sweet lick Fuck ’em all From Letras Mania