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What it do

Was 22 up in the room

Thinkin bout a way that I could make a move

Make a boom

Debated to move to LA

To make it in movies

But traded the pool shade and gravitated to music

Now I'm spittin the hottest shit

It don't matter the competition

Is sadder than a bladder that be lackin a pot to piss in

It's actually kinda sicknin

The rap is beyond horrific

Admit it bruh, waka flaka flame is somehow respected?

The game has gotta change, used to listen to jay

Up on the train, now they floodin the waves with 2 chainz

I feel like I separate with ma lines like 2 lanes

It's a dark knight when the joker's better than them banes

Of the rap game, all of 'em rap lame,

They claimin all em ballin, well then all of em sac kings

At least they in the league tho

I can't even cop a fuckin peacoat

That's why I'm aiming outside the box, like it's a free throw

The weed smoke fuckin the air up

Got this mothafucka snackin more than Miggy Cabrera

Got dis mafucka rappin some crack and yappin about it on his cell phone

Tell holmes this is the track, that I got ma swell on

And I spit that shit so fast sometimes I need to slow it down

All these bitches up in the crib, it's like ma home a pound

Tell me I ain't hold it down

Spittin ridiculous, ticklin bitches

Up into they britches, and rip em like tickets

And fastballs, lookin at a cutie on the dance flo

I visualize that booty with the pants off

Had a little dance off

And I ain't had no shot it was the ass fault

Cause shawty body arguably hotter than august asphault

They claimin they great, man these rappers straight lebroning

I'm layin in wait, to smack the fuck up out dat spalding

I'm hatin every song, they celebratin poppin dom

But I be takin shots a brandy like a kobe at the prom pic

Bomb shit, ya'll should see ma muthafuckin blonde bitch

The bombs on dat body shawty just gotta be Islamic

I twist and I turn her on till she wet like she a faucet

No rapper give you more a set... isn't it ironic?

Because I'm seein these labels

Pumpin out the horseshit, got me callin em stables

Pumpin out the tours quick, but they ain't makin hits

Ain't nobody great as this

White boy killin brothers on that cane and abel tipppp

Tri tip steak, up on a plate, I'm on a date

With a dime bitch, nibbling cake

But nevermind that

Someone tell me where the fuck the rhymes at

I was bumpin nas in his prime and you gonn sign that?

Oh well, guess I'm better than they'll ever be

I could do it serious but they prefer the levity

I ain't really hearin nuffin

Say I ain't the man

I'm layin in sand, zero spf for the tan

But now I'm back in this muthafucka, spit hotta than a flame throw

Waitin to hear em call on ma name like rap a game show

Tell me this is lame,

Though I know that is bogus

Gotta focus

Be the dopest

With the most set of quotes, and the grossest

When I flow sick, and the hope is

Notice is right around the corner, my time to shine

Is almost aligned, something like a quarter to nine

If I could have a quarter for the metaphors in my rhymes

I'd only have a couple dollas so I'm stickin with dimes, ya know?

They getting off like a train stop

I'm lookin at ma dick like how the fuck do you stay rock

No southern carolina, how you got so much game cock

Cause you movin that vagina in the dark like a stage prop

It's all good

I'm making this the outro

I had to fuckin spit, this is what I'm about bro

And you know what it is, holla back up at the kid Slim Boner

So damn hard, this shit is over

Lil Dicky - Bars – текст

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