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cincocero - apex predator lyrics

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(ooh sav k!lled it)

running routes on these hoes like i’m golden tate
i be hustling everyday like i’m franklin saint

you know i got my paper right
clear the room i need to write
over thinkin’ that’s another light
wyo?
shoot em that’s that ping pong

got a new car, doin’ donuts
line em up, that’s a fresh cut
we do this for fun
better run
’cause we got them guns
got so many, i don’t know which one

have a n+gga sing like elvis
give her seconds
imma use
keep that tool
blow you down
you a clown
talkin’ all dat sh+t
n+ggas know how i get
now you askin’ me
“why i gotta die?”
’cause you lied
not no rap
not no cap
on my head
lеave a n+gga dead

shoot the bl!cky likе a frisbee come and get up with me
no time to fight, i can not show out like i am nikki
come out the barbershop i know fasho my sh+t is crispy
please my girl everywhere that’s why she always freaky
transportation to my destination it is lovely

ain’t no beef with me no more cuz i can’t see the sea
when i slide into the p+ssy man that sh+t is fluffy
her sh+t be so warm it’s like i’m drinkin’ on some coffee

government, mind control, y’all be off the liquor
flash the light on his head like it was a sticker
lamar kenny 8 on my neck like a freezer
control my destiny my right hand up like i’m ceaser

5, 4, 3, 2, 1
i’m big and strong like shao kahn
i eat salad with my croutons
she f+cked all the n+ggas, “are you done?”
n+ggas wanna tweak with me i don’t know why?
i’ma real ass n+gga and you gone die
we’ll tie your ass up like a bow+tie
eye lids open now you gotta ispy
flip the channel on the tv to sci+fi
rough s+x on the floor i’m like “ohh my”

ion rap beef better shut the f+ck up
sit high on my rims in my big truck

sippin’ on that fiji cuz you know ion drink lean
shoot the uzi up on you give me everything
pull up dribble shoot and my shot meter green
they use to talk about me every time i told my dreams
i take my girl to the bed and i make her cream

wanna diss in your songs i turn lunatic
crusty lips i told that b+tch to get some chapstick
coming up i feel great, fantastic
right jab, logan paul, i’ma maverick
no heart 21, imma savage

n+gga!
n+gga!
n+gga!
n+gga!
cge

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