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lunar c - westwood crib session lyrics

[part i]

[verse]
i’m nice with it, i like women that like women
i ain’t looking for no wife though b+tch
but when you twerk on me and grind those hips
my semi bends in my pants like a iphone 6
are these commercial rappers whack or am i jealous cause i want their spot
and angry cause i see ’em blowing cash and i ain’t got a lot?
i should probably smoke less cause while i’m being lazy
there’s sh+t rappers on the top, i gotta knock it off
foul mouthed, disgusting and filthy minded
that’s why i ain’t on tv but i’m still the nicest
shouldn’t draw swords with the warlord
words are weapons, my sixteens are four+fours
got your girl on her knees in thе prayer position even though shе’s atheist
i poke her in the face with it, she blows on it and makes a wish
told my family i’d make it big and get taylor swift to hold my d+ck
and shake it off after i take a p+ss
my beard’s come a long way since you last seen me
rappers hate me cause i make it look mad easy
chilling with some hood rats, drinking lambrini
two fat lasses in tracksuits tryna tag+team me
every single verse i’ve ever made’s perverted
i just got away with it because i got a way with words
had to pass through to westwood’s crib
to show these p+ssies who the next up is
[part ii]

[verse]
b+tch you must be stupid or maybe you just act dumb
they be on some cool sh+t, i be on a mad one
i just want a few whips, a rollie and a mansion
and make sure my new b+tch is badder than my last one
b+tches on a manhunt, they stick me up with handguns
for d+ck so they can have one of my kids because i’m handsome
poke her on the table, i don’t need money to pull skets
i just get spade and diamonds, i ain’t playing with the full deck
tryna duck this girl that i’ve been linking, she’s the lonely type
who starts b+tching and flipping out because i won’t stay overnight
she’s got no real friends and she don’t like to socialise
and she’s got nothing interesting to talk about so she lies
no time for that, i’m not mad, i’m chemically imbalanced
talk a lot of sh+t, girls tell me that i’m random
slide into their dm’s and s+xually harass ’em
feel like scr+ppy+doo, they’re blocking me and they won’t let me at ’em
this is all i’m good at, i ain’t trying to be underground
growing up in that cul+de+sac, knowing there’s only one way out
i’m on my sh+t, my work ethic is unrivalled
keep it blunt so you can see what i’m saying like there’s subtitles
king bobby the first, been putting in work
sh+tting on these mc’s till i’m six foot in the dirt
light my spliff up, sip rum and spit something absurd
out tryna start fights cause i split up with my bird
b+tch said i’m boring cause i don’t take a single second just to chill
all i do is work, i’m not interesting
got some show money, now i’m tryna flip that
no time for chitchat, there’s drugs to buy and dispatch
who’s buying this batch?
i’m the man, as well as drive and ambition
i’ve got standards, if the weed’s not dry then i’m b+tching
1998 la gear, ellesse and kappa wearer
undo the b+ttons down the sides of my trackies and do capoeira
labels don’t like me, i’m not like these tacky posers
i’m bout as likely to get signed as my michael jackson poster
run your lips and get your front door kicked in
i’m just here to f+ck the game up like a streaker on a football pitch
being caught don’t mean i’ll be in court, i’ll be abroad
wearing a disguise like you biters jacking the newest styles
now your biggest fan wants to put you on trial
just to get his money back, your music made him suicidal
master my craft, i’m no jack of all trades
i tried to make a couple beats but they ain’t hard enough
i just put the b’s and a’s and r’s together
if i wanted to work for a label, i’d be an a&r
zigo that’s a crazy beat
got me spazzing like a f+cking psychopath on day release
these actors aren’t the same as me
built my own movement and came in to smash the game to pieces
knew they wouldn’t let me in, i had to make a scene
i need someone to take a e with and a gram of white
not really, i just said that cause ‘e with’ is an anagram of ‘white’
i’m just b+st+rdising my language, i like to play with words
scribble gibberish and try and make it work
motherf+ckers need to bow down, jake is the king
but i got the eyebrows of an arabian prince
i blame the weed when people say that i’m thin
cause every day i get lost on the way to the gym
wasted my younger days hanging round with skets
tryna get their knickers down but i didn’t have no prospects
i had to pull my finger out, biters could never rap this sick
close your pad and put your pen down, class dismissed

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