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Yo, don't even ask me, your ho' in the backseat I dove in it fastly Oh she was nasty, inappropriate ass cheeks I was hoping to actually Fill her jaw with all my testicle ooze Film it all and maybe text it to you I'm feeling awesome, you should step in my shoes I'm ill in Boston with the rest of my crew You flexing on who? (who?) Try to start a problem with a nigga then you gon' be stuck (gon' be stuck) Somebody gotta end up on bottom, man I'm telling you it won't be us (won't be us) Overly confident when I'm pulling up on women as I hold these nuts (oh he's nuts) I talk a little gibberish then get inside that pussy with the OG thrust I wrote this dope just hope it flows to pay off Wrote this coast to coast provoking chaos Folks suppose the closest clone is Adolf Don't get close 'cause bones get broke and ate off (Yikes!) Rocking all black like Batman, slap a nigga with a back hand I'm swaggin' on all your motherfuckin rap clan I see through you niggas like a CAT scan I've been the truth since fourteen Been on and always let loose with mo' steam Lit like a nigga off juice and codeine Breaking all laws, actin' rude to police Bitch here's a nut, you can use for protein Y'all niggas don't be producing no heat Letras de cancionesI ride the beat smooth and cruise it slowly Fuck jewels and rollies Bitch niggas all you below me 'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me (if you ask me) If you ask me (if you ask me), if you ask me (if you ask me) If you ask me (if you ask me) Everybody's a bitch if you ask me I fuck around and take Everybody a bitch if you ask me, but don't ask me Don't ask me nigga (don't ask me nigga) Don't ask me nigga (don't ask me nigga) Don't ask me nigga (don't ask me nigga) Don't ask me nigga 'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me I fuck around and take Everybody a bitch if you ask me (if you ask me) That's real talk though, but don't ask me nigga King I'm about to do my shit, Hop I'm about to do my Hip Hop where I rap And where I got my studded flooded wristwatch And fuck your bitch in Gucci flip flops I get two groupies and I just watch I make them bitches coochie lip lock You think I'm awesome, Poppa's groovy But this ain't a fuckin' movie give up with moving up the movie If you're goofy I'ma make the fuckin' scripts swap I'm at the tip top of my game though, and my chain glow Like I found the gold at the end of the rainbow I heard your girl take five then take five then take five more Like Jackie, Tito, Marlon, Michael and Jermaine though And that's your main hoe? I heard he did the robot in the whole twat The whole damn time you was thinking that whole thing lined They had a looking like the Soul Train line Choose up, elevate move up Maneuver juice up you suck Manure you suck, my newer use of dudes who exclude us Including Judas fool we exude upper echelon, upper ask your [?] Fuck it bet your broad that took off at your car Sucker bet you'd call the cops, and cop a deuce I cop a squad on niggas, cock a chop or two Take the masses off [?] Jabbawockeez Keep the ratchets on me, keep your ratchets off me Keep your arches back, peep the acrobat Niggas flip the script, peep how you pack and how you back In caskets bastards won't you die? That's it, once you lie I'll cut you off like you drop your black ass in acid Won't you fry? Won't you buy a skirt and heels and twerk for bills 'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me, haha Yup and we the strongest boys I done been considered the best for like the longest, boy I got pissed off and hopped on the phone with Royce "Yo, Los what up my nigga?" "Mhm shit uh man I need a favor from the god" "Nigga you the GOAT, nigga anything you need? What's good?" "Okay then this won't be hard I need that two minute unlimited of you and Eminem Bad Meets Evil Sequel, Eye for an Eye, Fetty Wap, Masika Secret Technique, street meets perfectionist, unique eclecticness (Royce!) I need that why the fuck you Akademiks Keep posting all the wackest rappers in gimmicks I got a platinum plaque swagger [?] back in the day" I be bumpin' Fab' in Brooklyn, I be bumpin' Fab in the Bay Just cashed a six figure check That's called a fabulous day Miraculous, practice this, after this They gon' hashtag them and pray But half of 'em tactic's my prey I'm mackling passion to pass and surpassin' the Jay's To Biggie and Pac's 'cause that's what they would want to give me the shot Then Nas' gave us knowledge Pun gave us puns ones they was done They would want the one that was finna take it Know you pussy niggas really finna hate it This my inner sanctum, this ain't entertainment And this shit a movie and they finna tape it Morpheus, Neo, agents in the matrix And it's ancient and it's painted on the wall of the pyramids Fuck all y'all 'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me (if you ask me) If you ask me (if you ask me), if you ask me (if you ask me) If you ask me Everybody's a bitch if you ask me I fuck around and take Everybody a bitch if you ask me, but don't ask me Don't ask me nigga (don't ask me nigga) Don't ask me nigga (don't ask me nigga) Don't ask me nigga (don't ask me nigga) Don't ask me nigga 'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me I fuck around and take Everybody a bitch if you ask me (if you ask me) But don't ask me nigga In case of that glisten in that glamour in that eye I'm chasing that guap I'm looking like Joe Budden chasing 'em kids with them cameras with rocks Racing that clock Plus I dress spectacular Having an adverse effect gon' on wackness Last verse leave headless rappers Blast first ask questions have to said I don't ask no questions I'm just like a terrorist If I like her pics, my wife likes her dead I only dig down bad ass black bitches But I'm quick to flip like Chris Brown And aim straight for the white girl head (woah) If she spanish I am papi I prolly hypnotized her like the eye of Hopsin Y'all guys, y'all been robbed a bunch of times But not I, I am like Ryan Lochte I kick down doors, true six mile boy Part of a breed that never existed before You the last of a dying copy Here to shake the game with my vibration, uh I used to dream about just making plane, paper, clean without traces But now shit done changed, now I just make paper, plane like ROC Nation If you niggas start with me I leave you stiff as khakis with a starcher crease Nigga the art is key It's important to me you don't win against me It's more to me than just business and jeef It's more to me than just a Eminem beef Even though these weirdos hard to please I got Moses at my shoulder pointing going "He'da part the sea" I don't wear no condoms, what the fuck a condoms I don't trust no rappers, I don't fuck behind 'em I go Kobe, Steph, LeBron and shoot my shot and Hit it with no second sniffers I only go for seconds at the bed and breakfast Fuckin' and holla nothing and yelling "nothing promised" That's 'cause I'm fuckin' hot as the Bahamas (whoo) That's 'cause I'm hot as the Bahamas I been makin' money hand over fist fast I send your baby momma home with a condition Called Land Rover whiplash 'Cause I let it go hammy 'til she drain my vehicle Battery gave me like three or four cavities She wearing edible panties I got a being broke allergy, being local Mortality don't resonate with a super human being I used to shoot and spin And keep shooting, now I'm doing shoots for spin in GQ Ooh, tire marks skid Roof's see through fly alcoholic Rich dude re cruised Crack a dollar on my wrist with these jewels She said she love me, told the bitch "bitch me too" This is what happens when you hear three kings on a track My style is one of one and I'm the coming, wasn't shit before it I sat in these sessions until I turn to rigor mortis The architect of [?] I'm not a dime, I'm off event What I'm writing down just Don DeMarco raps I'm wearing blue Jays and my ego flying through your Cardinal's hat This freezing cartridge to heat your ass Part your crack, lean your carcass then arch your back Tell these artists it's hard to argue facts Go see if the charts will market that I got jabbling swag Off to the races with bars fly My only ultimatum is Mars My bitch is the baddest, her ass is the fattest She tatted with class, I take it for granted I met her on Madison Ave, just to give her balance Took her to the Radisson last I just grab it and smash it then toss it When bitches and niggas see me in person They be just like when Calvin was walkin' in that Mickey D's commercial Yeah, they see me working they're like "Hey, hey Ryan look like you're going to work" (Hey get money!) But I ain't on my way to McDonalds, I'm spraying them lamas Pop-pop-pop-pop But nothing's fuckin' funny Track back, jumpin' all I think about is who gon' pick up all this fuckin' money like Blac Youngsta Weight lifting whippin' 850 with a license plate that say all y'all nigga's straight bitches From Letras Mania