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cerein - the legend of sir trapcalihon the third lyrics

back with the clique
and wit yo b-tch
blacked.com ‘cuz we f-cking busting nuts in this sh-t
swear to g-o-d that i am legit
b-tch im cold, behold
the untold story of the french marigold
b-tch i’m artic polar, and i’m barley even sober
b-tch you look like an ogre
made your b-tch into a supersoaka
nerf or nothing, who you stuntin
stop gettin with b-tches that ain’t even comin
benjamins be the only b-tch im cuffin
its the only b-tch i be bumpin
“money can’t make you happy”
n-gga is you bugging?
wait rewind dat
you’re matte black
please stand back
yo sh-t wack
you and the entire soundtrack
don’t f-ck with me
unless you want the whole pack
i don’t talk that you talk that
i don’t take back i give back
talk that sh-t and ill get you cracked
turn you to an amnesiac

-break-

i ain’t even frontin’
it just be who im becomin’
watch out for my upcomin’s
i be worthy, other worldly
excommunicated by all the clergy
don’t even worry, don’t even stress
hide your b-tch, she my new n0bless
my body language speaks finesse
back with clique
and wit yo b-tch
blacked.com cuz we f-cking busting nuts in this sh-t
swear to g-o-d that i am legit
b-tch im cold, behold
the untold story of the french marigold
withhold control
dont make me go off john doe
my flows are cold
i stole your hoe, please just let it go
before i knock you out make you speak navajo
and end up being worldstar gold
i ain’t scared, keep talking sh-t you ain’t walking fo sh-t
walk yo -ss back your mama’s crib
you just mad cuz i sucked on yo b-tche’s nips’
bustin’ a whip
that 6 fo’
pedal to the metal all the way to the flo’
make the thang roar from here to tokoyo
sirens go off from the ny 5-0
b-tch watch me skrt i’m a lil matador
chaos in the streets when they bump my audio
always comin’ back ‘cuz they always wantin’ more
always askin’ me if they can take a photo
b-tch i gotta go hope you enjoyed the show
i don’t wanna hear from you no mo’
b-tch i’m cerein i control the tempo
rapping is my art call me michelangelo
this track was fire it was bellismo
someone get me into that studio
get me that guap, get me that dough
so i dont gotta prove myself to some goofy no mo’

- cerein lyrics

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