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finnally - whats up doc lyrics

i do this sh-t with a p-ssion and you can’t stop me braggin’, you f-ggot b-st-rd so snap it if you were worried about lasting i crack the vault in your bank if you think your memory lapsin’, look i’ll buy your -ss a boat just to release the kraken, that white girl computer give you a virus or you just stupid (hey you dropped your l) give a second he gone recoup it, you shaking like you motherf-ckin scared of me f-ck a physician walking 5,280ft, i’m the great mc an that only without the e.s.t 92 so tell me how your -ss thought you could play with me, mr.magoo it plain to see, you a lost cause -ss n-gg- thats been hanging off the ball of a weak mc, check the frequency i get busy, try to carry me boy you trippin’, thinking you an mc doc miles flippin’, where yo mpc thats yo mission, why you textin me like you simpin, rollin’ up my sleeves in this kitchen, cookin’ up this beef heres your mention yall already know that i’m

godbody while yall was singing ladi dadi i done got my fourth eye yelling f-ck the illuminati, you probably don’t get it but you gone regret it you set hope and then you act like i’m supposed to respect it, you said my ego to big what you gon’ stop me partner, you said i’m bad for the biz what you gon’ pop me partner, you say i get mad to quick yet you gon’ start me partner, revolver spin and hit your f-ckin’ chest so b-tch i call it blanca, no survivors b-tch know i’m cold like its no subscribers, how the f-ck you try to play me dude, i just switched up the game how you gon’ play me fool, n-gg- stay up in your lane this what you can’t do, this a battle of wits and you are ill-prepared i warned you before you did this i guess you did care do keep your turn on a table or make a beat instead cause i’m gon’ rip your arm off and boom and bap you across your head

i’m out of my mind i guess i’m f-cking trippin’ wonder why i don’t hang around n-gg-s in richmond, all these f-ck n-gg-s is lame they doing the same thing and its a motherf-ckin shame that i’m the only difference, i’m the king round here boy real sh-t i’m themotherf-ckin king, gone as versace you can’t touch me gone ask versace you can’t touch me, one question how you talking sh-t because it i feel like i’m a rap god, i ain’t feel that way wat the f-ck i’m gon’ rap for i can double entendre with no effort b-tch i slap box, thinking you can f-ck with me then n-gg- you a crackpot any n-gg- dead if he was thinking he can take (stop) you hang with a n-gg- who can’t spit for sh-t but yet his actual name is rap god, n-gg-s ain’t never made a lick of sense (3x) jus k!lled dis n-gg- with a filler bar my bad yall had 2 go and vent, told mooli bruh come and get your dawg he said naw n-gg- go ahead finn, fine n-gg- pull his spine n-gg- leave him crying n-gg- imma f-ck him up, you a lying nugga and a b-tch to hope this headshot gon’ shut you up keep on talkin all this bullsh-t imma f-ck his whole infrastructure up keep talking all of that tough sh-t i’m gon’ call yo b-tch -ss b-ttercup

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