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ces cru - "rap boy" freestyle lyrics

[hook: godemis & ubiquitous]
watching ces tv, do it in 3d
rolling up a “l” trynna holler at her breezy
sippin’ kc tea, hooping cp3
i’m internal bleeding motherf-ckers can’t see me

rollin’ with my kin folk, blowin’ heavy indo
fresh off the jet plane brain in limbo
strange is the symbol, i make this sh-t simple
ces all day no matter which way the wind blow

[verse 1: ubiquitous]
they say “where you went”
i’m saying “where you been at”
i sh-t on my crew’s name
now you’re praying that i [?] it
aim at ya b-tch–ss
now look for one second end your life
should ya come out of your lane and ya [?] it
strange where i live at
many weather faces
dirty cash wrapped and ready in leather cases
dedicated racists reppin’ confederation
these knucklehead thugs, said it no hesitation
here this is a habit
they run around the street
spread out the bread and shed a hundred pounds a week
we call that jenny craig, they suck ’em out sweet
suckin’ on brine beet to be on underground heat (ha!)
you couldn’t get another ducket out of me
i’m high up on this cloud, puffin’ a pound of tree
nothing but sour d’s now they ask how are we
i say relax, the snake and the bat have empowered me

[hook 2: ubiquitous]
thinking i got a rap boy, it’s not a fact boy
when i go and get it
believe i’m a bring it back boy
sayin’ that we whack boy, i’m on attack boy
when i get that check i’m a vanish and it’s a wrap boy

[verse 2: godemis]
i don’t care who ’bout to blow c-cksuckers not on my level
i don’t mean to f-ck with ya’ll when i say i write with the devil
i cook up a hunk of meat before i cut it i let it settle
if a christine [?] foot is on the pedal
trynna catch up the cheddar if only these suckers let us
we eatin’ where the f-ck ever just point us to where the bread is
my head is full of the black, my closet’s full of machetes
you better ready the medic and tell him to bring the sedatives
set it and be the haters and be defeated, forget it
this sh-t’ll jog you bananas it can and will if you let it
they say that they happy for you until the day you get credit
but you is so full of judas and never lived to regret it
i’m sick of battlin’, going back and forth with the babblement
this money’s like a reason for livin’ see i ain’t havin’ it
you slippin’ idiots feeling threatened by my hissin’
i don’t really give a sh-t, i’m just sicker than y’all dissin’

[hook]

[hook 2: godemis & ubiquitous]

- ces cru lyrics

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