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daboii – rhyming skills lyrics

[intro]
ain’t even handsome, she gon’ f-ck me off my rhyming sk!lls
you ain’t even handsome, she gon’ f-ck you off your rhyming sk!lls
i ain’t even handsome, she gon’ f-ck me off my rhyming sk!lls
on the gang, gang
ain’t even handsome, she gon’ f-ck me off my rhyming sk!lls
you ain’t even handsome, she gon’ f-ck you off my rhyming sk!lls
i ain’t even handsome, she gon’ f-ck me off my rhyming sk!lls

[verse 1]
this sh-t slap so hard, it make you wanna slap your mom dukes
talking ’bout you gon’ rob me when you see me, n-gga rob who?
told everything you witness with your eyes, boy that is not gooning
n-gga i don’t even do the slime or slatt, b-tch i’m a mongoose
n-ggas tryna spend two for a verse and i’m worth more than that
if i want your body in that casket, i can order that
he thought he would live a long life, we had to shorten that
and you can’t bring me down, breaking tackles like i’m warren sapp
i put a beam on my glock, watch me put that b-tch to use
i keep on ducking from the feds, hope i don’t run into a goof
i can tell he got some wheels the way he running from the truth
threw a party on the weekend, they was loving on the crew
declare war b-tch then we sliding ’bout them issues
any n-gga hanging over there then we’ll get you
i’ll never leave without my stick like i’m crippled
live by it, then you die by it, sh-t is simple
and i’m balenciaga stepping, these is not no chuck taylors
don’t be asking me for sh-t, i can’t do you one favor
i just gave your b-tch my cell, told her hit me up later
heard you upped it but ain’t busting, n-gga you’s a pumpfaker
yeah b-tch i can rhyme but that don’t mean that i’m a rapper
bae i had to let you go, ’cause you was friendlier than casper
i was told to shoot ’em first, then you ask the questions after
they say life is like a book, well i’ma end you in this chapter
b-tch you ain’t gotta leave your n-gga, i just need you for the night
i know the game dirty as f-ck that’s why it’s mud up in the sprite
owners love me up in niemen’s ’cause i don’t ask ’em for the price
when i told her i’m in love, she like, “for real?”, i told her sike
when it’s food up on your plate them boys gon’ ask you for a slice
and i don’t really ask for much but i’m just asking for the mic
if you disrespect the head then i’ma slap the n-gga twice
ha ha ha ha, you n-ggas b-tches, i’m just laughing at you dikes
i’m with the crips from crenshaw and they just throwing up they set
i hear you talking out your mouth but still ain’t said it with your chest
got a honkey in the town that sell that hardy like he’s red
and they want me to drive the boat because they know i never rat
eyes bleeding, all i see is red, i feel like raphael
heard it was a price up on my noggin, but it’s not for sale
everyone getting money but when you down n-gga who got your bail?
i don’t need a beat, turn this b-tch off and i’ll go acapell’
will i make it out alive? don’t ask me, n-gga time will tell
i bought the jeep, i’m thinking cat, sh-t i might as well
all that talking ’bout you really sliding, you don’t slide for real
and i ain’t even handsome, she gon’ f-ck me off my rhyming sk!lls
b-tch

[outro]
f-ck me off my rhyming sk!lls
ain’t even handsome, she gon’ f-ck me off my rhyming sk!lls
you ain’t even handsome, she gon’ f-ck you off your rhyming sk!lls
i ain’t even handsome, she gon’ f-ck me off my rhyming sk!lls, ha
on the gang n-gga

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