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Keep It Composed
01:51
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I say bitches ain't shit
And neither is hos
G is the code
I'm just trying keep it composed
I say niggas ain't shit
And neither is bros
Motherfuckers be fake as hell
Or either secretly foes
Being Frank I can't be friendly
I just be what I know
FlossDawg use paws
To get the fleas off his coat
I'm known for spitting all the dope
Soliloquies that you quote
See I studied the art of rhymes
And this is me leaving the notes ho
Bitch I'm always writing
Like I'm running out of time
Alexander going Hamilton
Ain't running out of lines
Imagine having all this dope
And never running out of lines
Imagine having all these hos
And never running out of dimes
I'll buy a couple dollars worth
If niggas still was selling dimes
Might have a couple houses worth
If I was really selling rhymes
But I ain't tripping yeah it's fine
I know I'll get it when it's time
Long as my soul is still aligned
And I stay focused on my grind
A lotta folks is really bogus
And it's over for they kind
A lotta hos is really vultures
I can peep it when they flying
But I keep moving business booming
I'm a keep on minding mine
If folks stop throwing all this shade
I might just teach them how to shine
Swear to God I ain't no crab
Do my best and give my last
Folk quickly forget the past
Quicker to tell me kiss my ass
Damn
Would say they ungrateful
But nothing great about them
No beef just peace
And Salaam Alaikum coward
Can't expect me from others
They can't handle the weight and Power
Can't brainstorm with folks
Who scared to take a shower
Sweet as cookie pussies
Will forever be devoured
'Cause the future ain't worth seeing
If we scared to make it ours
Hopefully y'all feel a nigga
'Fore he dead up under flowers
What's popping bro
This Mario I'm ready for you Bowsers
Bitch
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My dealer told me that his dude ain't supply
Don't want to see me when my mood isn't right
You seem scream? I'm the dude with the knife
Inside me is where the movie resides
My best advice to you niggas hide
I catch you make another movie tonight
Any scenario, you can't survive
Make your body an exhibit when I show you you're insides
Fuck around and get found rolling down 285
I hit your crib my dick hadouken your bride
Ain't in the mood to explain just know this dude ain't too sane
Obama, Hussein, 2 Chainz, I'm all them dudes mane
I am bombing you mane, turn you to barbecue mane
Cooking parts of you that you ain't know was a part of you mane
I'm hardly humane
Matter of fact I'm from team Get Doe
Might climb through your window
Like bro man from the fifth floor
How I get down you should get low
You make... the soundtrack... for bitches... like Sisqo
And I make... the soundtrack... for rolling weed and kick doors
Shit got me crunk I need a different type of gas
Yeah okay you say you bad, but I whoop a different type of ass
A foot get put up your ass if I'm a different type of mad
You in a bag, it and I will be a different type of glad
If I can't get to light my grass, then I just grip the mic and spaz
Something like Joe Jackson when he whipping Michael's ass and
I never been with that temporary talk
Having visionary thoughts, cartwheeling where you scared to walk
Been a bear and been a boss, been the Floss, fuck you thought
Think you kicking shit like me? Cut your feet and kick some salt
Fuckin Mark, fuckin narc
Goldfish can't fuck with sharks
I'm like Jordan when I spark
Bruh you can't beat me wearing Clarks
But I can beat you in some flops, but different level of talent
You make it rain, I make it flood, a different level of damage
You thinking weak shit is hot, we got different levels and standards
Bitch I been made in China from linking up with the pandas
Was out there speaking Mandarin
Showin em this Atlanta shit
Handling yuan all over the planet I'm the man you bitch
Put em on this rapping shit, had em tripping like accidents
The sauce is splashing, get a napkin
You could use a dash of this
Put the city on my shoulders probably why my back is stiff
Your girl ain't have to book a flight, you know we got it cracking here
I'm like what's up on my boss shit like I'm fuckin Stan
Mixed with some Hustle Man, get to steppin brother man
You gone be throwing shade until you catch these fuckin hands
Cuz all that foul shit you doing snap back like rubber bands
You playing Yes Man that make you dumb and dumber fam
Try me with that, you get hit like you pitching underhand
Before I swung he said
Floss I got a fuckin gram
And I said fuckin damn
I can't even beat yo ass right now bruh
Gimme that shit
Smoked that shit
That shit was smokin too
The end muhfuckah
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3. |
Show U Right
01:13
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First off I'm a honest motherfucker
Real as fuck, arrogant, pompous motherfucker
Now I can be as cool as undercover brother
Or be up in niggas faces like who want it motherfucker
I'm that brother from another
Galaxy, high
I'm glad to meet
I'm southern playalistically spittin it illmaticly
If any worthless earthling try to challenge me
I gladly and emphatically
Tell them to grab my phallic piece
Fly defying gravity, above the law of physics
I physically crush MC squares out of existence
I'm so abrupt
I tell a chick you know what's up
Let's exit out head to my house
You know and roll a Dutch
Next thing you know my scrotum is giving her throat a rub
These days I stay up in her room just like a poster does
You know my resume so it should come as no surprise
Just like MJ shot in her face and left her posterized
I'm talking whole face that's including nose and eyes
Then got the fuck up outta there you know it's no goodbyes
You on a tricycle you ain't even close to fly
Look at me and say you better you dream with open eyes
Cool as a bowl a ice and deadly as a cobra bite
Don't give a fuck holding my nuts like I got scrotum lice
Show you right
Pussy nigga
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White Lady Casserole
01:44
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They ain't Craig but they still in boxes
That mean fuckin you up is still an option
Go head and jump if you feeling froggish
However you thought it would go probably won't get accomplished
I'm sick wit it I got you feeling nauseous
I'm in charge but dick around think Clinton still in office
I stuff the fuck out a Dutch but can't fulfill ya promise
The way to my heart is a million bong rips
And the way is yours in behind yo bra so rip it off bitch
I would love to hear bout ya day but I get exhausted
Ho
I'm a cross between
High Neil DeGrass Tyson and Future when he off the lean
Molly, Percocet, and Boston beans
I really try not to come across as mean
But folks still scared to try me like white lady casserole and collard greens
This red light means you shouldn't be crossing me
Why he look like that, he got that fuckin with The Floss disease
It's a bit touch and go
A 50 50 survival rate
Got 50 like 50 50 percent alive today
Won't play no games ain't no yayo
Bucks coming out yo safe
Murk u make money off ya ghost
Now that's a power play
Now let's see how g yo unit be
Without the head
Deceased, passed on, no longer with us
You all kinda dead
Sour dough wheat and ciabatta
I want all kinda bread
Sloppy toppy Becky Lewinsky
I want all kinda head
You run nothing but lips you dumb son of bitch
Kicking all them excuses til I gun butt ya for kicks
Ninja turtle hurt you
Use nun chucks or a stick
Or be the sorta guy
That use a sword or Sai
You know, the turtle, he had the sai
That's the the two fork... lookin things
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5. |
Killgannon
02:19
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Back da fuck up I ain't saying it twice
To test me is to play with ya life
You ain't Pacman
And motherfucker I ain't shaking the dice
If I hit ya face with a right
I bet you taking a flight
And that's a one way trip
I take it further
Or farther
I scar ya
What that mean?
I murder, ya father
Endanger, ya family
I Bambi, ya granny
Collecting bodies like Thriller collected Grammys
I'm coming through bumping Goodie Mob
Still standing
Sky high, never slippin
Black Ice, still jamming
I'm just tryna feed my bank a few commas I'm mill planning
I would hate to leave yo body in bags like I'm meal planning
The last nigga tried to jump like he Kilganon
Threw him off the Grand Canyon
Pussy nigga still landing
Or still falling
Life a b aaa
I took some l's but I'm still ballin
You still talking?
Man... shots lick a fly guy if he feel froggish
I'm bout that ana is it ok?
Ain't nothing smooth about my criminal ways
Learned that from OJ
And never fucked with police
Learned that from O'shea
Thankful Jesus walking with me
That's word to old Ye
Tryna live viva la vida that's word to cold play
Beastin behind bars so long I built my own cage
To keep y'all out, not keep me in
Life's a bad bitch with ass, just wanna see the end
Just wanna spend that lotto money me and Keke win
Can springboard to a billi with at least 3 m's
I'm tryna buy the dealership bitch you can keep this Benz
I know I'm paid as long as nobody can see this pen
Call these motherfuckers Rum Tug Tuggers
Where I'm from, they can't find you, they'll jump yo brother
What you expect when folks come from gutters?
Hitting cribs with the 'matics with the drums that stutter
Always be the innocent ones that suffer
Shots through the kitchen might be ya last supper
If you on that coward shit then fuck ya
No love for you pussy ass bustas
Live by the gun don't be surprised when one bust ya
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KNURD BACKWARDS
01:27
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I'm knurd backwards
Driving a racecar backwards
Backwards... swerving
Through a racist yard laughing
He at the window
Screaming... I hate y'all bastards
Now it's a race
Who can pull the race card faster
He gone lie and sayI hate y'all saltines
And they'll believe it 'cause his skin is white as porcelain
Which makes sense 'cause I really wanna shit on you
You lucky Rona made em buy up all the fuckin tissue fool
Don't know the source but word to Vibe I got some issues too
Ay real quick lemme use yo face to see what missiles do
Bullets ain't puffy or faith, and you ain't biggie fool
They ain't ya friends or kinfolk
They won't be missing you
My band got heavy metal, they ain't playing kiss for you
Eight arms, danger, shake ya ass, word to Mystikal
You wit the shits then fuck it
I'm itching to get buck bitch
The shit that I pull up with have u dipping like Mcnuggets
Bitch u trippin... like special kids that's double dutchin'
You don't get it, like me getting bras unbuttoned
I'm the product of Escobar product
And some loving
Also known as Reganomics
Shit the bomb and straight atomic
So sick it make ya vomit
Clean it with a shake of comet
Just 'cause she blew me fast
I don't think that make her Sonic
Don't know our status but we ain't platonic
And just 'cause I said I would see you later don't mean that I made a promise
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7. |
Piss On My Trix
01:11
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Piss on my Trix
I'll shit on, your toothbrush
Piss on my Trix
I'll shit on, your toothbrush
Piss on my Trix
I'll shit on, your toothbrush
Piss on my Trix
I'll shit on, your toothbrush
Piss on my Trix...
I dare you to piss on my Trix...
I dare you to piss on my Trix
I'll shit on, your toothbrush
Piss on my Trix
I'll shit on, your toothbrush
Shit I wrote to this got a rosy tint
Blood sweat and tears the ink when you pen the dopest shit
I'm a total prick
You reach for dap, I tell u hold my dick
And yeen gotta ask, Kush is what the odor is
Clear it out with incense I picked up from a older chick
We was, Netflix and chillin and then I showed my dick
She tried to, act all offended
Bitch get over it
No... literally put your pussy over dick
Spread that shit like the Covid bitch
They sagging better hold ya tits
And I'm a gentleman...
I brought them wet wipes for her chin
For when I splash her with my little men
The rest is in her stomach they won't see they kin again
Markers hit me the beats and he told me kill again
I told him I prefer Zimmerman
But fuck that shit let's get it in
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Man I be tryin to tell folks man
Really
You can learn from me
Take a puff, come burn with me
We can go way past the third degree
Just smoke no fireman emergency
Just a bunch of bad bitches, and some herb with me
A bunch of ashes need a urn with me
I'm in a zone far away from where the earthlings be
So that bullshit that you are on is not concerning me
I got some ho's shaking in a hula skirt for me
Bitch I puff purp in peace
That's why it's hard to get a verse from me
I'm far away you got to search for me
Is my chick bad certainly
She gettin served from me
Accent sexy every now and then make her curse for me
Then make her mouth a nursery
And then I get her real wet and let her surf on me
But we ain't in Maui though
Just a bunch of Maui Wowie smoke
We high as fuck she fine as fuck
Popping off is probable
Will I record it for my files or not is optional
High as a cosmonaut I spit it astronomical
My girl got a accent and ass that's tropical
Jordan with the wizards it's clear to see that I'm not with bull
Wear cargos cuz I grind till every motherfuckin pocket full
Test and my feet you get a eye socket full
Homie don't play that
I soccer kick you
Fuck what a soccer do
I'm stopping fools with Mutombo and Serge Ibaka moves
Slam you like dominoes I'm the uncle fuckin up barbecues
Drag you through the yard and slam you on that Ford Taurus too
Keeping up with that car dash will not be hard for you
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