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dabsquadslank - pete rose lyrics

[verse 1: slank]
yo, i’m a louisville n-gga, what’s good
i’d probably stay blunted every second if i could
my habitats the booth, me and menace on a coup, d’etat
for the ooos and aahs, my n-gga, naa-na-na-naa-naa
f-ck a a & a b, i’m tryna’ d-a-b
and get rowdy while creating cds
people hear a foe as i roll
young n-gga in the lincoln with them stock 4-dos
ay yo, my vocab make hoes sad, and f-ck n-ggas mad
pack more talent in my go-nads than they will ever have…
in they life, i’m super take flight
so i heat my nail right, when i’m fitna’ strike the mic
hold up and wait a minute, wood with the chrome finish
known to straight rape a sentence, b-ss for they face menace?
f-ck yes our sh-t bump
i leave that limp carc-ss by the wax in my trunk, what?

[hook x2: o-e]
when i hit the booth b-tch, yea i’m pete rose
i’m satchel paige to all these other negroes
accountant hula-hoopin’ with these zeros
villainous flows, murkin’ ya heros

[verse 2: o-e]
me & slank got the wax no candles
give me the beat and let me dismantle
we got the rhymes, and menace got the samples
my verses are ample
i’m like a prophet rocking sandals, you can call me samuel, sosa
next year, i’ll be, sippin’ mimosas
in a testarossa, sitting next to a girl who looks like josa-
phine-baker, i’m the undertaker
got another tombstone for a f-cking hater
turn a super-model, into a waiter
just cause i said so, naw i ain’t pay her
black ac slater, unmasked crusader
dark side, no darth vader inhalin’ vapors
cross-faded talking to the neighbors…about gettin’ this paper!

[hook x2: oe]

[verse 3: slank]
yo, i’m a bluegr-ss spitta, what it do?
the bad n-gga back in grade school breaking rules
i never saw friday free time, too busy in detention
and ever since then i’ve been filled with resentment
said f-ck this in 10th grade!
rounded up a posse and a gar and got blazed
n-ggas was amazed at my syllables, impeccable diction
i’ll put a hole in your cheerios with lyrical friction, n-gga
i ain’t tryna’ play around, i’m high & underground you get your bars out the lost & found
or else the playground, i spit it super profound
you spit bullsh-t when hoes ’round, but still they pants don’t go down!
yo, i’m f-cked up and lovin’ it, you talk sh-t i muzzle it
i’m stoned and i’m tweakin’ out, i think i hear the government
the b-ss in the whip straight thumpin’
you can’t top slank, you ain’t got enough gumption, you f-ck n-ggas

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