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derez – eom cypher lyrics

[verse: derez]
go and ask me where i been at? can i say?
middle finger at the superbowl, just mia
bad b-tches in the room, they ain’t so okay
but they like vice versa how they go both ways
uh.. truth hurts, that ought a show you what you worth
despite of anything else that you heard, yeah..
and i ain’t with the same stuff, lame f-cks
like a change of plans, yeah, i came up
ain’t nothing changed but the name
d-e-r-e-z, yeah i’m sayin’
i’m straight, too, fake n-ggas hate? cool
i know your pedigree like i countered a triple h move
forever done, i’m better son
they know i got n-ggas that walk around with pounds cus they don’t ever run
so hot, i’m on the seaside tanning
and she runnin’ for my b-lls like she eli manning
trynna sound as i’m rappin’, rhymin’ loud cus i’m at it
like my father skeeted in the condom, and forgot to take it off and drove home, i’m ridin’ round in a magnum
pause neccesary
no paranormal activity, you ain’t never scary, i do this
cool as f-ck, cool as f-ck, i’m the coolest
f-ck what you talkin’ bout, you heard nonsense
so fly, you see all the birds flockin’
sb’s on my feet like i got into it with nicki minaj’s boyfriend and curb stomped him
and i ain’t into worryin’ bout y’all
my n-gga tell what’s the word? got em’
c-i-t-y, b-tch, b-o-y
all them pistols all c-cked like deebo eye, yeah..
i get it poppin’ like a lazy dermotologist
who just started poppin’ cus she ain’t know what the problem issssss
ain’t n0body cl!ckin’ on ya bullsh-t
lotta b-tch n-ggas you prolly thought i was cool with
f-ck how ya day go, next day
f-ck up your weekend like i threw hands with abel testfay
anyways
tell kim, she can marry me for 72 days, anyday
yeah, i been ready n-gga
a blend of pac, notorious, eazy, pun, l and whitney, b-tch i’m a deadly mixture
i’m way ahead, go figure
like a chubby chaser in a rape scuffle with a bat, i’m a heavy hitter
i brush the dirt off my shoulders cus i know i’m hot
you use the brush for your shoulders on that photoshop
underground for times, it soon amount to shine
thousand rhymes behind on my crumpled papers inside this house of mine
i ought a down a bottle of henny, take 11 shots of jack
cus like a drunk driver, they ain’t down to ride
if violence ain’t the answer so don’t mind me guessing
quick to be up in the building like nine eleven, your time is precious
you sounding like a high school b-tch
that’s why you on some high school sh-t
all my brothers from, the arizone and once we overcome
we told em ‘life’s a b-tch’ then you meet another one
its westside til’ i ride with pac
i’m just repping for them n-ggas who ain’t survived the shots, uh
its derez, that dude black and asian
cus i’m back in this b-tch like vacuum aspirations
f-ck b-tches, you don’t get it… money
you asian b-tches get shot down, honey
get a pen and pad, remember what you heard
and this a warning, derezolution droppin’ november 23rd, f-cker

- derez lyrics

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