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(Yeah!) Six times for your fatherfuckin'... Yeah! Everybody doin' this shit Everybody doin' this style Claimin' they coming to serve us, but they can't even take what they dish out So I'm dissin' dummies 'till I dismount Murderin' 'em with the routine Both eyes brake light red Hot head full of blue dream Flip scripts to a new scene Crown fit for a true king Cosigns don't mean shit, but your friends change like a mood ring Make deals with a firm shake Now the hand 'round me true clean And if y'all don't be dealing with contracts, I don't know what the fuck y'all mean I been at it for a minute meaning I'm releasing and leaving nobody breathing Killer City can ache when the Ces is leaving Anybody relating? Then let's get even Strangely I'm an oddball and I'm on call 'till I'm on y'all Kill pins but I won't draw It's Godemis with the bone saw (Ayo Godemis) You gotta roll another cone of that dank piff Letras de cancionesRank shift based on my statement Catastrophic when I came in, same same spillin' entertainment While you were using pillow cases, I been grindin', filling blank discs If you ain't willing to take risks in this business, then you really ain't shit See I'm feelin' real exhilaration Buildin' ill affiliations Sasquatch to these half-flocks Killer City in my playpen Foreground to their backdrop They can chop but they don't make sense Way they' talkin' made a language with dopplegangers Claimin' coppyin' gang twists Fuck a half-broke, never claim rich Black smoke in my brain stem Backstrokin' this cake with these rap mackerel, but they can't swim See these rap shows are my main bitch Back home in my state, lit Stack though, and I may grip Cause that plateau where I can't sit Then whoever's been soundin' like Cinderella's on some bippity-boppity-boop Ain't nobody different, now they all gon' copy on some bippity-boppity-boop So we dab and dippin' and we pop and drop it, got that bippity-boppity-boop Bippity-boppity-boop, bippity-boppity-boop Bippity-boppity-bo Hippity-hoppity-ho Miggity-miggity-Mac is just kickin', the venomous rappin' I'm packin' a Mac in the back of the act And I don't wanna hear all this rappity-rap I would rather just listen to yackity-sacks Like yackity-yack, your bitches don't talk back cause I'm packin' a Magnum 44 all black Everybody doin' this shit, when they kickin' flows, I just laugh at ya Rappers now are just robots dressed in women's clothes like Ex Machina And throwin' money, throwin'-throwin' money sayin' ain't nobody out there cold as I You got a golden watch, you got platinum teeth but, "I can't afford to buy kids fucking school supplies" Ces Cru, that's my posse, that's my crew gang, that's my blood cousins Since the 90's when we was Mob Deepin', and Wu-Tangin' and What-Whatin' I didn't give a fuck about your little septum ring, and your fur coats, and your fuck buttons I don't care about rappers using autotune, how 'bout you make me a list of who the fuck doesn't That's me, just Mac Light two cones, more for us With the light blue smoke, pour it, stir it, and I might spew flows for purpose That's you, just whack You all high fructose corn syrup Just diabetes, just junk food You're gonna die eventually, fuck you! Then whoever's been soundin' like Cinderella's on some bippity-boppity-boop Ain't nobody different, now they all gon' copy on some bippity-boppity-boop So we dab and dippin' and we pop and drop it, got that bippity-boppity-boop Bippity-boppity-boop, bippity-boppity-boop Bippity-boppity-boop, bippity-boppity-boop Bippity-boppity-boop, bippity-boppity-boop So they sell it, they soundin' like Cinderalla, yellin' "Bippity-boppity-boop" Now we dabbin' and dippin', then poppin', droppin, got that bippity-boppity-boop From Letras Mania