j. reid (prime) - mecca lyrics
[verse 1: j. reid]
i’m an astronaut, who raps a lot
plots don’t stop when booty’s drop
we breaking in your safe, and in your fridge, takin’ your bacon
i’m mistaken for these f-ggot kids who flamin’ like their satan
what i’m saying, is debating on who the f-ck is escaping
what i’m saying is your b-tch receiving d-ck with all her curls
let me see if she can post how i be hitching all the girls
in the eight i’m great, i rule this sh-t
i whip with all the looters b-tch
she blow ’til i shoot mayo out my tuba, that’s an instrument
don’t care about the diamonds, or diving in with the hoes
i don’t where diamond cause i am into wearing my own clothes
i’m the sh-t man, you a sh-t can
i’m prime ribs and you burgers
i’ve been it man, from the get man
but you listen like you ain’t heard us
gotta sit man, take a pen man, check the wordplay in these verses
told your girl get off her knees so i can eat her thighs like churches
they say we’re prime to rhyme and we will blow this time next season
if your dime’s p-ssy is sore, my dude, just know you ain’t the reason
prime
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