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mumble rap is good – mumble symphony 2 lyrics

[verse 1: wannabe]

braggadocious with the way that i be talkin’
baby girl your p+ssy stink, so please stop callin’
stop hittin’ my line, i don’t claim you ’cause you toxic
get my name out yo’ mouth before i drop it
leave a mess at the scene
i call my team, they gon’ mop it readily
one second there’ll be something and the next there ain’t nun’ to see
moving like el chapo i’m the one what you wanna be
i got big pockets
pants sagging, my cheeks showing, but my bands leave you quiet
boy, we can get rowdy, i want you to come try me
just find me, just hit mе with the “at”
i’mma mobilize, then wе gon’ find where you at
i got yappas, got cars, i got shooters with the gats
we be quick, fast like flash, we gon’ take you off the map

[verse 2: kotto]

just dropped the racks on yo b+tch, now i bust it back
light skin, wavy hair, you already know her ass is fat
blow a grand [?] if she got an onlyfans
pull up in the civic, already know that i tuck the mac
38 waist, so you know that this sh+t cap
can’t rock with no bums, so i always gotta keep a stack
flyer than a plane, i’m swerving through these lanes
know i rock out with yo b+tchie while i’m posted with a chain
[?] pesos, no we ain’t the same
so you know how i come, i ain’t ever feel no pain
[verse 3: ramsus]

yeah, uh uh uh, uh (woo, woo) yuh yuh
and we back on the track, yeah you know we never lack
cody banks how i whip, ball like i’m scotty pipp
yo b+tch on my tip, my d+ck what she l!ck
yeah she mess with the fit, yeah, i’m back like i’m brit
(britney, b+tch)

[verse 4: w.p.]

ay (say whether you wanna do it or not)
ay, ay
oh, ah, ay
skrrt off in a civic, ran a train with the team
that’s not my c+ck, i got a glock with the beam
your boyfriend, he a lame, your boyfriend, he a phony
how you call him thanos, but you’re calling me tony?
she says she ain’t no hoe, and i know that ain’t true
i told her “suck my d+ck,” til my b+lls turn blue
put the lean in my sprite, and the ice on my wrist
if i walk past your hoe, then i’m taking that b+tch
got a fit for the l!ck, and a mask for the stain
do not come close, i got a forty that bangs

[verse 5: raymon]
can’t go to the movies so we finna make a move
keepin’ it a buck ten, like i’m steven mosley
my name’s jack harlow and you know i love a good sh+thole
ask me what nba player i’m f+cking and i’ll say the wh0re
yeah i love a good sh+thole that can be my ass
take my phone away before a bully get stabbed
on larry, on my momma, re+elected like obama, mac+11 in my dresser, yeah i always get her wetter… [incoherent]

[verse 6: rick t]

no m+st+rbation
terrorism (equivalent to laceration) is not cool
(ism) osama bin laden is dead (small p+n+s) (laden)
no+ (gets no hoes) terrorists don’t m+st+rbate (need some b+tches)
that’s cool, (wh0re) (b+tches don’t want ’em) but they k!ll people
(so you go on tinder) so, not very cool ( doesn’t work) (i hate terrorists)
(b+tches stupid) other +isms aren’t good either (no to hate crime)
racism: (ism) not cool (just a fact)
s+xism’s alright (factual)
[autotuned gibberish]

[verse 7: gimpy da plug]

please excuse my associates
we be steppin’, we be stuntin’ down to the ocean, b+tch
grabbing all these pearls, and this treasure, now we f+ckin’ rich
pardon me for a second while i go and light this spliff
now we smokin’ mid
whippin’ on the freud, i’m just playin’, you can’t see my id
tryna put your hands on my girl, you’ll get done the did
pull up in the jeep, pull the e+brake, now we f+ckin’ skid
[verse 8: ramsus]

treat my b+tch like a dog, call her goddard
call me vader, ’cause you know i’m the father
been on the maury show once or twice
sniff the cheese out, you know we the mice
got the whole team, fill up her mouth
got three girls in the ‘linas, we ain’t talkin’ south
got your grandma makin’ us blankets, she knits
put your nose up my ass to sniff out the sh+t
call me dookie, i’m sniffin’ the sh+tholes
got johhny’s sisters so we switchin’ up the roles
got three mags with the .40 clips, call me zubac
like denzel curry, gotta get the zuu back
speed running like i’m dream, what’s your favorite scary movie? (scream)
got it tearin’ out the seams, b+tches slurp up my cream
be like lebron, i’m whippin’ the kia
but you can’t see me just like i’m sia
dipped, where’d i go? just like i’m m.i.a
countin’ racks, just like i’m fia

[verse 9: erie]

step back like jonh’s hairline, i’m too fine
michael jordan when i’m in prime, i can’t rhyme
we here fully packed, izzy’s mother is a snack
stop looking at me izzy, you agree
kasey in the party, she has to sh+t real bad
i miss o’neil’s, but nathan been acting real mad
got the free food, but it comes with a boot
nathan stompin’ sh+t like it’s world war 2
i can’t wait to have o’neil’s 2
i can’t wait to see a nice stinky sh+thole
yung man 11 cannot fold, eddie is toting major poles
alright, that’s gonna be bad

[verse 10: cgrillo]

f+cking b+tches, that’s my mission
knock the top off, circumcision
not complacent, we changing position
give us five years and we’ll own the nation
get izzy a girl, no bunny, that’s a asian
i got top from a freshman and i’m not talking college
the police cannot find me, they do not have the knowledge
power up like a game, just crank up the wattage
pull up kennedy and get your dome demolished
run a train in the stu’, call it smash bros
rocking godfather, we talking de niro
dancing up at prom night, you know i pull your b+tch close
fresh out the mosh pit, perfume on my new clothes
“30 on my hip, i don’t go to school i skip”
jokin’ here and sh+t, that’s a lie i will admit
chllin’ here with schmidt, john natal smells like sh+t
rhymin’ with the wit, i know y’all don’t want a conflict

[verse 11: yung man 11]

can’t get women my own age so i stay with old ladies
i was deep in that gash and it smelled like old gravy
yeah we makin’ movies like i’m martin scorcese
he was so broke i caught him rockin’ fake old navy
pour a four in that sprite, that’s a wocky slush
gun can’t stop barking in broad day, i tell that glocky “shush”
smokin’ crack rock way too big, it cannot be flushed
opps talking hot back then, now they’re awfully hushed
you do scams, i touch kids, we are not the same
you do what you can, i’m just swimmin’ ’cause i’m makin’ waves
voodoo hands, workin’ magic like i’m david blaine
doin’ xans, nah, just kidding ’cause i’m smoking ‘caine

ooh, yeah i’m smokin’ ‘caine
i ain’t doin’ xans, i’m just smoking ‘caine
you do what you can, yeah, i’m smokin’ ‘caine
ay ay david blaine, ay
i ain’t smoking ‘caine, i’m smoking peppermint
pepper shot in that benelli, finna pepper him
all these bands looking like i won a settlement
if we’re not at the top, i’m not settling
i ain’t smoking ‘caine, i’m smoking peppermint
pepper shot in that benelli, finna pepper him
all these bands looking like i won a settlement
if we’re not at the top, i’m not settling
and i stay with these bands like a roadie
we met once, why you callin’ me your brodie?
drip or drown, but i got louis v floaties
that’s your girl, but she says she wants to blow me
i disregard baloney; it’s below me
he said he’d shoot, he chickened out, he turned coney
different islands, mine’s private, yours is coney
i got ten+year+old shooters, joseph kony
you are not slim thick, you’re just bony
that’s your girl, but she says she wants to bone me
don’t want her ’cause she got fans… only
say i’m catchin’ l’s, you finna catch these hands, homie

[verse 12: wannabe]

finna drop out
don’t need people telling me i’m gonna get this paper
hit up chase bank, take a loan, i’ll see you later
i’ll fly off the map, maybe close to the equator
i got this, i don’t need a b+tch sayin’ “tap this”
i be in the crib, eating ritz, mindin’ my business
i just follow the blueprint like i’m jay+z
talk that sh+t to my face, it don’t phase me
she say i’m crooked, well girl, i’m not regular
gotta move different to confuse all my competitors
step away from john natal, he is a predator
copy all my drip, you better pay me, i’m the creditor
she say i’m a dog, well let me l!ck on your scooby snack
walkin’ ’round the feds with percies in my f+nny pack
your b+tch in my lane, she ugly, built like a running back
everybody sayin’ that i’m black, but don’t call me that
’cause i’m dominican, if there was a race war i’d be winnin’ it
wouldn’t save a white person but a pawg b+tch, and that’s facts
i just need a snowbunny to play with and i’m set
i need all that

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