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ed.milladelphia – dmcb lyrics

verse 1: straight ignorant sh-t and disrespect no names no diss okay let’s watch check it’s my time now light switch i’m on now you’re out like the new fashion and i’m in but i ain’t going no where but to the top i refuse to lose now more than ever they say vote or die and i ain’t die yet, so what’s true or false? it must be all of thee above and god bless all of thee above oh yeah love to the below like andre three-thousand i spit like three k’s i always been a racist to the fake sh-t b-tches lying n-ggas plotting adam and eve snake sh-t i’m built different from them n-ggas to the t-bone steak my styles rare theirs is medium i got dreams like soulja boy t shirts, big? naw scratch ya head and think extra large naw enormous and when b-tches see you well paid and self made they be on but then when they see you downgrade they be off you but you’ll always have wh0r-s luckily like a horse shoe been screaming f-ck the world since i was born here and i ain’t never get ho-rs- two, three, four, five, six-nine impala flow… ewww… three, four, five, six-nine impala flow… three, four, five, six-nine impala flow bouncing on this never ending road of hip hop my circle tight, f-ck ya’ll mean? jumping from square to square like hop scotch… hi haters it’s me millie sicker than a wheelie with no hands fity said get rich or die trying i’mma get high and fly by em and move on to a dollar or a bean cause i gotta have it like a guala that was mean i mean iller than the most like maybe some sh-t i spit maybe realer than the most but i’m realer than the rest in peace hamilton when i’m piston or p-ssed off n-ggas think they riding till i put the toaster to em like a waffle got they body smelling awful cause f-cking wit them g’s and ya life is what it cost you malcolm draw up the plan and let it chalk you, b-n-b let me give you a walk through my mind ya’ll n-ggas scared to walk through i came a long way can’t anybody come this far in my right shoe alone i’m going for the touchdown see red in my zone but i ain’t a blood i’ma thug i’mma g no o-d couldn’t be a b-st-rd but i is i tell a b-tch if i can’t feel my face i’mma tell her how it is if you ain’t got a l witcha name to dig yourself in then you just a ho no not wifey now they haters and the hoes don’t like me, what i can’t feel myself? i can’t already feel my face now mister bipolar just stepped in the building i’m just a average n-gga tryna touch a million ya’ll tryna press b-tches ya’ll catch love bugs and feelings, i gotta keep my circle tight cause n-ggas more faker now than transaction transvest-tes and my flow just hit ice cold no three-sixteen my mind is stone cold… you say you want drama then go take ya -ss a cl-ss i won’t put my life on pause and make yours fast forward and tell the producer to roll on the credits ya’ll say we got beef well yours looks red ish and i’m hot dog on the green like relish save me or relish me i go hard relentlessly family asked me what got into to me i asked em, “what got into me?”… i meant what got outta me spiritually, physically, mentally, emotionally i’m supposed arrogant, ignorant, and c-cky like these joe b-tches that get long d-cked and drop kicked won’t get left stop me if you think i’m lying off that green i’m still on like sylvester-

- ed milladelphia lyrics

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