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mista rayy - slasher lyrics

[intro: mista rayy]
hol up lemme say
‘fore i go r-t-rded
all y’all so called rappers in the game
on some real sh-t you ain’t really on it
none of y’all phasin sh-t
bout to go on heinous sh-t
imma kick the door down, hol up lemme lace my kicks
that’s yo main chick now she side that b-tch

i didn’t want to be the one to say this
all y’all soundin bout the same man
k!llin y’all n-ggas like a saddist
know i’m never shady but i’ll tell it to your faces, ya
if you don’t get i’ll elaborate it
lemme dial down to your mental status
all y’all suck, i’ll debate this
that’s
puttin it as lightly as i could’ve made it
hey

[hook 1: mista rayy]
slow it down
i’m around
this my town ay
f-cking clowns
f-ck you thought this sh-t about, ay

[verse 1: mista rayy]
ok now stop
bring that sh-t back now
ain’t no other n-gga on my level that’s facts, now
ain’t no other n-gga got the bezels or the mental y’all are feelin special showin off ya pesos go on with ya fellows pedal to the metal got a cutie wanna bellow ya she swallow it like jello have you turn all on ya pillow while you struggle and you wrestle wit a few dollars you nestle im the ruler you the peasant go n fetch all of my vessels

uno dos tres to the cinco
i see a few baddies but they speak a different lingo like
i don’t even need to count to cinco
pull up in that gt they gon spread it like an eagle

i been on a mello trip like woah
better ride the wave better ride this flow
imma take over this like hov
none of y’all meant for this like no

wait a minute
y’all diminished
couple b-tches in my vision
i’m that n-gga that’s been winnin
i mean motherf-ckin business

none of y’all phasin sh-t
bout to go on heinous sh-t
imma kick the door down hol up lemme lace my kicks
f-ck with me n jay, that don’t make no sense

[hook 2: mista rayy]

[verse 2: cjay]
i been shredding sh-t since 14, you could label me a og
i could see the beauty in your beats but truth be told you are no beast
you ain’t dope you a dope fiend
think you lyrically close to me no not even remotely
make it hard to connect, autocorrect couldn’t spell my name without a goat emoji, aye
the man’s evolved too advanced for y’all to answer calls i cancel all take your hands up off the mic you ain’t holding it right
the microphone it ignite i spit the sh-t the young and older men like
and i’m flavorful paid in full
stuff the one hitter take a major pull
purple haze i spark blaze a thought
haters talk, still know i’m razor sharp
don’t label me a atheist but i don’t put my faith into any of ya
80% of ya i could slay you continuous
i’m john cena you rey mysterio lyrically k!ll you
leave ya body in hall like the last name of -rs-nial
you the type to pull up at the police station and give me up
i can’t wait get rid of ya, self snitch, you a idiot and i compare your lady to the state of virginia cuz she only f-ck with rich men (right)
she just want my profit, the gwop inside my pocket
she suck it i skyrocket her eyes pop out her eye socket
and no this ain’t a game and i don’t wanna go off topic but she jockin, on my d-ck she spin, she pull it twist it bop it, ay

slow it down broward county that’s my town
i smoke sour by the pound
pour up henny then i down
from now on don’t say goat boy that’s not how it’s pr-nounced
say cjay (say say cjay)
i know you like the way that sounds

[outro: cjay]
-laughs-
browards finest

- mista rayy lyrics

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