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bishop lamont - branson niggas/kay slay freestyle lyrics

unbelievably satisfying, my voice is crying
time i watch every step, the science is making it happen
sat down back in the hat
100 dirty bags, rolled up n-gg-s get down dead
fly shark sweaters, clocks is leather
dogs can seize us, one thing could flame on one visa
few trips here and there, the wolf billionaire
chilling at the ufc fights with my bands
black flake nights, maxing the mccormicus schnitz
it’s just me and one bad hill b-tch
section stands, famous with hammers
flying out the belief, the p-ssy bananas
sure to get bread, f-ck it, you a grown d-ckhead
no swaggin on your own sh-t pinday
raisin’ bats in the lambo, yea put ‘em together
my n-gg-s batman and robin, it’s collateral

mind detect money, crown bread for the pediment
real bottle crills, jingle for my sp letterman
my art of war came from the desert land
raps are navigate sp-ceships, bracelets bezzlin’
been the spot slider y’all never been
straight shots, no chase, expressive got champagne elements
hiroshima sicily, lacall of the smart bombs
i come to support the guys, swim in my dog pound
my bridge in prosperity
manipulate marion webster, not with the meaning
unless it’s voluntarily
i never been lazy, f-ck that
i go for the gusko
i’m nuts so my mother didn’t raise me
my father was a donor, all love from my uncle that was a pimp
p-ssionate b-tch, used to get his money for him
real tyrannosaurus, four door, slidin’ them chuvis up
kept the kakin camels of these quarteroids
maily mail palm of this crop
real talk, these were the days that n-gg-s used to be on the block
now it’s a new breed, true indeed
the times is flipped
we in them newer things
coolin’ with these crackers with chips

and what the f-ck am i supposed to do?
you know what? just let that sh-t breathe for a minute
n-gg-s want me on the track last and sh-t
half the n-gg-s been killed, everybody’s looking like jones town and sh-t
just think about it for a minute
that’s real hip-hop, real spitters and sh-t
all i can do is look pretty

i be in places where the crack is when they hang a n-gg-
but their wife and sisters thought his mama wanna bang a n-gg-
wet hoes, crib full of bunnies like the kak stores
late night’s dimension off the cold water hangin’
lampin’, dackery, stacks of weed
where bad b-tches n-gg- -ss like you wouldn’t believe
i swear to god i’ve seen that b-tch in k slay’s magazine
flippin strippin sippin skinny dippin on a whim
yea we f-ckin’ in the pool, like paul adam don’t swim
stay vicious my witness, you know how we get down
but enough with the semantics, the high life and tantrics
if love is war then i’m a helpless romantic
the constant clans, think i heard n-gg-s be talkin’ sh-t
so like that throw hitchin’ hop in the van quick
like you’re too inspired, to the street rules applied
a real n-gg- til i die, filled with formaldehyde
you rap n-gg-s garbage, b force perpetrate
i’m on that freak sh-t, still bring the purple tape
incarcerated scarfaces, verbal intercourse
if you ain’t touchin’ that it don’t belong in the f-ckin’ source
blazes of ice, get it nice, n-gg- full price
jems on the linge, n-gg-s lookin like the northern lights
you dumb rap n-gg-s got this sh-t all wrong
he’s tryna floss with them semiprecious stones

message: i’m just sayin’ n-gg-
you ever seen the british world jewels? the crown n-gg-?
ain’t no diamonds in that sh-t n-gg-
it’s rubies and emeralds n-gg-
get out your science books
stop wastin’ all that f-ckin’ money on sh-t that ain’t worth nothin’
cl-ss dismissed! go to your room!

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