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l.c. johnson - frauds and lames lyrics

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you better back up off me
and leave me alone
sh-t back on grizzly
man ya boy n a zone

ain’t no new sensation
i have been around for minute
lyrics autobiographical
the glow is vintage

ain’t no happy rap n-gga
me i am the grim reaper
n-gga with a att-tude
anti wiz khailifa

see i dont give a f-ck
fact is i never did
always stated to myself
was a weird lil kid

but my hands was nice
when it came to them
street fights disrespect me
and u gonna pay the d-mn price

man i take lives
and f-ck they wives
u a scary m-th-f-cka
i can see it ya eyes

crawl i dont do
nails i dont chew
when that line is crossed
my att-tude is f-ck you

too me is like whatever
got my whole crew together
as long as we as one
ain’t a storm we can’t weather

i focused on the task
never bring no false sh-t
one the way too the top
took one or two losses

this is gods work
ain’t a n-gga can’t stop me
me i call it confidence
u b-tches call it c-cky

i put two brothers
and a sister three college
i did from heart i dont need
to be acknowledge

got that inner respect
i dont need rolex
too floss my success
my life has been a test

hook
its that west coast aftershock
before it or not we done changed
the game alot of years
went by we gotta do it again cuz its filled with frauds and lames 4x

i got that big black d-ck
to make a b-tch nut quick
got a bad att-tude so that
i must admit

when it comes to rap
i am off the meat rack
you either with me
or against simple as that

have my little homies
ain’t my freind so f-ck-m
got a funny vibe gonna
like i just could trustum

pockets stay knotted
f-ck hoes who look exotic
flood the block with music
like we use to do narcotics

i am not bad guy
i am just trying to get by
i rely on avalon to light
them up if i die

got a smile on my face
as i am counting papes
on the low ya baby mama
trying too give me a taste

scandoulous we can handle this
the eastside way
so when you see me
we can jump right into that gun play

no words is spoke
my d-ck down your b-tch throat
got her falling in love
with every motherf-cking stroke

ya boy in charge
got a full body m-ssage
she bought me groceries
with her ebt card

your nothin but hype
with me u dont compare
the type of n-gga
who would p-ss on himself from a stare

you practice looking hard
but thats just a mirage
on twitter n-ggas beefing
acting like they some broads

let tell motherf-cking
about back in the day’
i was raised
on too short and n.w.a

hook
its that west coast aftershock
before it or not we done changed
the game alot of years
went by we gotta do it again cuz its filled with frauds and lames 4x

- l c johnson lyrics

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