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gtf official - never again lyrics

[chorus: perkdaddy]
back to spitting raps
no more chilling back
back in imax
time for the b-tches to shake their -ss

[verse 1: slim f-cka]
never again that’s what those b-tches said
never again and now those b-tches dead ay
pulling back up in a brand new mercedes
hoes all around but ain’t got no time for the ladies
no time for nothing but the boys
if it ain’t gtf it’s background noise
no time for p-ssy
no time to pop bottles
no time to settle down with a cl-ssic novel
catch 22 of these hands
if you make fun of our pitch
i k!ll a motherf-cking mocking b-tch
great expectations when they listen to our rap
we got scarlet on our letters
when i finna pop a cap
cause we got pride
and you got prejudice
more og than the book of genesis
we’ll leave ‘em all incredulous
f-ck the fundamentalist
count a monty crystal
cause we f-cking up our nemesis
f-ck man i love literature
i mean uh
uh sh-t i mean uh
uh i love b-tches a
and i love lean
and i love my boys

[verse 2: tw33t]
chirp chirp motherf-cker
tw33t is f-cking back
hitting like a heart attack
coming back on the track
and we’re making fat stacks
we’re all up in cloud 9
hitting our limit break
but everything we doing
is super f-cking fake
all the b-tches want me
like fats want cake
you’re all ground beef
but i’m a fillet steak
i got p-ssy galore
i’ll buy your entire store
got your b-tch and i shook her down to her core
looking at you and your b-lls looking blue
f-ck gtf and i f-cked your b-tch too
took her to my house and i took off my shirt
my d-ck was super hard so i lifted up her skirt
but when i looked down she hit me with a pan
she called the cops so i called the clan
i jerk off so fast they call me sonic
but my d-ck gets bruised and the pain is chronic
i’m rapping so fast you can call me logic
and i know you know this is nostalgic
finally i’m back on this beat
and you know what that means
f-ck gtf just tw33t

[verse 3: perkdaddy]
yo perkdaddy way is f-cking insane
i be taking names while
dames give me brain
don’t keep me in chains
don’t f-ck with my chains
you think i’m playin’
you hear what i’m sayin’?
you’ll feel the pain that i brang
entertainment playing with the sanes
i’ll take the reigns changing lanes
for my own campaigns stop prayin’
you won’t get blood stains while i’m slaying
i’m displaying my sk!ll
i’m king of the hill don’t tell me to chill
go see dr. phil smoke weed take a pill
go read stay still
i’ll do what i will
i’ll choose who to k!ll
but ’til then i’ll bruise with the quill
and i choose to fill my regards
with all the bards that aren’t as hard
as mine i think it’s time for perkdaddy
to shine for certain members to decline
just surrender your lies forever was a lie
never again is a suicide

[verse 4: dub-k]
dub-k runnin’ lines on b-tches
dub-k overdose dig ditches
come on ain’t got time for flow
hop up in my ride press go
so? you causing drama with the bros
f-ck each other’s wives like a soap-op show
you say my d-ck look small
but look at yourself
i’ve been stalking you out
like an elf on a shelf
you try to run the group
with your edgy beats
well i’m here to f-cking tell ya
that i ain’t gonna sleep-
gotta cool down, gotta cool down
gotta cool down, gotta cool down!
i pick up thicc b-tches and we ride around town
i love the f-cking beats but i can’t hear the sound
my life’s degraded to a life on the ground
i feel like a dog who’s been confined in the pound

[verse 5: synapse]
i need a hot bath
because my face is so clean
gotta hold it down tight
we rising up like some steam
gon’ hop around and kick up my feet
marks on the wall bomb under the seat
grind down on some seed
blood in my teeth
cash in my check and check out some green
bath time bubbly soapy clean
with some golden estates
holy water cleansing me of all my mistakes
pics of hottie chicks and gonna
light up the bowl
beat got spices like a tamale roll
spicy on the tip of my tippity tongue
cracking pain zippy zap because your body be stung
did it for the fix cherry red like my lips
homie dog spit magic cause he be a wiz
don’t need proof aye my camera got pics
pimpin’ with the gang cause we back in biz

[chorus: perkdaddy] back to spitting raps
no more chilling back
back in imax
time for the b-tches to shake their -ss
back in, back in

- gtf official lyrics

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