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alex mercson - 2016 (back to the topic) lyrics

[intro]
(cough)
it’s that cl-ssic, that cl-ssic j. cole sh-t
it’s alex mercson
heh, sensational

[hook 1]
for 2016, i’m doing things a lil different
all the f-ck n-ggas i know will be banished, vanish from existence
i don’t trust b-tches who play on other sides of the fences
so bottom line is this imma be sl!ck, wise and offensive

[verse 1]
i’ve learned my lesson when i tried to relive the past
and my best sh-t is almost like me pulling the sh-t out my -ss and your best hits, can’t say much about, the sh-t is just -ss
i’m disrespectful like i whipped my d-ck and p-ssed on your gr-ss
listen, if you winning then tell me why am i ahead g*nius
you hate your friends, it’s funny how you b-tt heads beavis hoes still looking tryna find the ending of my p-n-s
keep looking and end up swimming in a river made of s-m-n
i can tell the woods don’t like me but you f-ck heads need this ’cause the sh-t i’m bringing in reaches like 97 degrees b-tch and if things got odd as soon as i stepped in the scene then f-ck, well let’s get even
oh my god, i’m actually first
spin the record back in reverse
you ain’t the greatest basic motherf-cker you actually worse got fiends rapping my words
meanwhile they trashing your verse
i’m tyson in the booth, that’s why my punchlines actually hurt
i know, i spit the sh-t that trap fans hate
but they can’t deny the sh-t amazing though, i’m just that great by the first 10 seconds of the song they’re eyes dilate
but i promise i’m not lying to you n-ggas when i say

[hook 2]
for 2016 i’m doing things a lil different
all the yes n-ggas i know? banished, vanish from existence
i don’t trust b-tches who play with the p-ssies of other b-tches but then again, if you ’bout that, let me witness…

[verse 2]
i’m a skinny n-gga, yet a real n-gga
how did i go from bobby field n-gga to tommy hilfiger
i mean for real, it’s the
villain, still the villain, you know from the beginning
but this time i ain’t dead b-tch i’m living
i had this dream back when i was working, washing dishes
up until the point i quit it and then said i was finished
went back after a minute, then i started delivering
wished a bad b-tch would answer, say forget the tip and let me put the tip in
need a chick that’ll pull her t-tties, counting her change
i want a chick that’ll suck the d-ck before our items exchange
i wanna motorboat her ‘fore i give her food and coca colas
to the point my employer wonder why i ain’t picking my phone up
we all have a dark side
tell me yours and i’ll reveal mine
girl you know i’m still a nice guy
would be happy with life but i ain’t a white guy
even though i’m a chico latino, dominicano de puerto rico
i try to let the city know what we know
i’m talking about a nice house, wait nah, a mansion
have 20 poles in my living room with 20 strippers dancin’
have 20 hoes in the kitchen too with 20 bottles drankin’
have all of my homies in it too, while all them n-ggas bankin’ they don’t want no rap sh-t, this the ignorant era
oh don’t get it twisted imma be as ignant as ever
’cause nowadays all my hoes, b-tches switch like the weather and i forget they’re f-cking names like whatever, whatever? you can try to copy but you’ll never be better
i mean, never, ever, ever, never, ever, ever, never

- alex mercson lyrics

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