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ansey - no race lyrics

[verse 1: ansey]
it’s been a long time, since we was spittin’ some shit
some strong rhymes, and people fell hard in love with it
then some of ’em was like “that shit stank, it’s ten percent”
while of y’all are applying guerlain’s “insolence”
that other fool just became another b-tch
was talkin’ ’bout my lyrics, without even listening, huh
and if i catch one of you f-ggotts on these streets
you will be left hanging and dangling legless down a tree
like a f-cking liquorice, b-tch
try to tempt me in my territory
attackin’, for me, that shit is mandatory
man, watch your f-cking mouth, ‘fore i come and rip it off
i swear outcasts ain’t just some rappers takin’ off
we ain’t dead, b-tch

[chorus: lil ga$$y]
get out my way, motherf-cker
don’t play with me, wh-r-
i’mma f-ck up your whole squad
don’t play with me, wh-r-
don’t play with me, wh-r-
be scared or be gone
get to know your place
this ain’t no race

[verse 2: frinessse]
another regular day, lookin’ for my will to do shit
like a needle in the hay, i’m just tired, outta my way, move b-tch!
not theres some motherf-ckers that don’t watch what they say
and sometimes i got a problem with my shit, i lose it
now you can look at me like i’m g-y, i’ll leave blood on your name
whaddya mean i’m scared? who you try’nna blame?
you provoked me and pushed me first, then you go away?
well, one day you’ll watch my anger burst
if you don’t care about your own business, c-nts
you bunch of punks, i could beat you numb!
come on, 1 versus 1, see if i don’t f-ck you up
i’m f-ckin tired of your shit, you call us chumps?
well, we doin 44. shootin’ while you f-ggots doin’ photoshootin’
you say i’m skinny and wear baggy clothes
at least i ain’t shaggin’ my bros, you f-gs
what’s the point wearin’ that b-tch -ss clothes
we’re -ssholes, but you’re p-ss-es, we comin at your throat and your nose
youre mushy, yea’ you understood that, you brats
and don’t even get me started on these hoes
a couple weeks ago one got mad ’cause i was checkin her out
you really think i fell in love? b-tch, shut yo’ mouth
you really think thats what i’m about?
good morning slut! every b-tch get’s checked
by every other guy, ’cause we’re h-rny and all we want is sex
now her friends are yellin’ at me, callin’ me a pr-ck
sluts, go eat a d-ck!

[verse 3: ansey]
n-body knows what it was like for us to just clap back
it’s a relief, it’s our destiny to rap n’ just come back
that’s why we here, we make ’em disappear like their champagne in the weekend
cuz’ when they hear the shit we pop, they’ll be suicidal-drinkin’
start to party your death, i already forgot ’bout you, shame
you ain’t worth a thought, motherf-cker, y’all better remember these names
frinessse n’ freddyj
lil g-ssy and annesey
’boutta pour some hennessy, (where?)
on our enemies (wooh)
this is outcasts, the group, the mob or the gang
man
watch them people in your team
‘cuz i’m the coach, i’mma lay y’all off
hang up your boots, bench you
tie ’em up, but not your shoes
this ain’t a soccer game, we in the booth
we are just spittin’ the truth

- ansey lyrics

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