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diggz da prophecy - sorcerer killer 2 (toji rap) lyrics

[intro: cpr+ckr]
yah, yah, yah, yeah, yeah, yeah, haha, yeah

[chorus: cpr+ckr]
they can not tear me apart, tear up a beat every chance that i get
i got twins, can’t tell ’em apart, one for the right hand and one for the left
i got me two shawties, one in portugal and one in j+pan
b+tch, get your ass out my car, i ain’t got time, going straight for the pent

[verse 1: cpr+ckr]
pen in my hand
got b+tches writing my name in the sand
these b+tches crazy for me, not their men
stomp that lil’ b+tch, i’m hitting my dance
i might be a little crazy, but your bars just don’t land
what you rapping for? your rent’s due, b+tch, go f+cking pay
o+o+ok, now i don’t like to play
but one thing i do like is point out what you say
and that’s exactly why i’m rapping like a boy that got dreads
confidence boost with the ego+
+flation clouding up inside my head
so, what’s the motto? (get the bread!) coo
so i’m getting to the money, i’m getting money in bunches, i don’t wait for the signal, i go
that’s why i’m never stopping, gotta tell ’em that i’m poppin’, these days they just don’t know
i ain’t got time for the nonsense, got there motherf+ckers watching, they envious of my flow
i’mma make sure you’re gonna watch me grow, so enjoy the show
[chorus: cpr+ckr]
they can not tear me apart, tear up a beat every chance that i get
i got twins, can’t tell ’em apart, one for the right hand and one for the left
i got me two shawties, one in portugal and one in j+pan
b+tch, get your ass out my car, i ain’t got time, going straight for the pent

[verse 2: diggz da prophecy]
uh, you know who it is, lil’ b+tch, big brodie, uh
pop in the clip, surprising your chick
then i’m clocking some sh+t, nice rollie
i’m nice with the hands, can’t fold me
and i been the man, y’all know me
unc sh+t, yeah, the realest, the oji
so watch as i rip them, i slide to the strip
then i’m dropping a six like kobe, uh
fish out of water, i’m changing the tides
god body aura that heavenly bide
the sh+t outta order, your hoe on the rize
bringing the slaughter, you know that we ride
uh, show weapons, uh
i bring the pain, no blessings, yeah
b+tch, don’t complain, show effort
get to cutting up deadly roast session, d+mn
pull up like trunks, all i’m making is cold cuts
bro gamble, he better not owe us
time is vested, i’ll settle this
and you gentrified, no more geto b+tch
i put in work, and i pull up first
so you know i’m not seeing no days off
i’m thirty something without a seed
so you know i’m not making no playoffs
[chorus: cpr+ckr]
they can not tear me apart, tear up a beat every chance that i get
i got twins, can’t tell ’em apart, one for the right hand and one for the left
i got me two shawties, one in portugal and one in j+pan
b+tch, get your ass out my car, i ain’t got time, going straight for the pent

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