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buggs tha rocka - phantom of the opera lyrics

k!ll these rap n-ggas with no regard/ they dress cool but don’t got bars/ kidnap whoever a&r’d push they wig back with that ar/ death to all of that wack shyt/ n-ggas talking down i won’t have it/ i make all the models get ratchet/ hit the scene ya broad gone that’s magic/ y’all failing off and that’s tragic/ tryna concertante on these cl-ssics/ all in my songs you hear p-ssion/ exactly what these n-ggas is lacking/ no co sign or no backing/ still got the venue cracking/ no sag card i’m not acting/ even when the cameras off we bout action/ (let’s get it) to be all g these n-ggas pc cuz they definitely ain’t mac’n/ talk bricks all in that stash box but certainly ain’t trapping/ they think the lane there’s they ain’t playing fair to i catch em off up in traffic/ run on em off the road the king overthrown/b4 ya realize what happen whoa!

hook: one i’m ah get it, they say the sky the limit, but i’m shooting for the stars/ cuz the sky i’m living in it/ last night i had a vision that i was gonna be rich/ today i woke up rich ain’t that b-tch?/ i just get this guwop and stack it, i just get this guwop and stack it, i just get this guwop and stack it, ain’t no leasing on that phantom, i just get this guwop and stack it ain’t no leasing on that phantom n-gga…

2nd verse {chuck inglish of the cool kids}

nauti champ calling in a audi mini van/ oughta swing on yo -ss/ spilled your drink everywhere/ on my shoes? dog it’s cool but i meant what i said/ get these dollars bills wet then i’m on yo f-cking head/ i ain’t talking about a fitted but i’m with it/ i been in it and they got it doc-mented/and you know what i don’t spend it/pay my taxes cpa’s/got it straight keep em with me/ and i’m smiling y’all ain’t gone box me like ron isley/ and i’m shinning i’m getting brighter/ and i holler smoking with my n-gga rocka/ balling like i’m on a scholarship/ flying with the pilots this the lives n-gga rhyming you can put that on yo mama

3rd verse (buggs)

her face down and -ss up/ prolly cause a n-gga got his cash up/ play captain kirk you tryna save her? u gon need more than a pastor/ o i’m so high this kush got me zoning/ i think that i’m floating i’m some where in sp-ce/ somebody call up nasa/ rappers sneak dissing o no we ain’t trippen just know you can’t get nothing past us/ i’m from the nati i been more than ready feel free if want get at us/ king rocka my status/ and my queen be the baddest/ my money flip gymnastics/ more coming in that’s fantastic/feel i’m greatest n-gga, young c-ssius/ they talk a good game but ain’t showing me nothing/ these rappers been fronting/ the stage is my trap i got this shyt jumping/ the first sign of trouble my migo’s is dumping/ really this rhyme scheme is nothing/ i’m lyrical stunting/ and deading that garbage y’all been pumping/ yo chick tryna kick it but i been punted/free $ee hussell now run it

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