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muze sikk – too many rappers lyrics

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me and them we ain’t the same
there’s way too many rappers
you ain’t real you a f-cking rapper
you stay hanging with a tight grip
what that really means is that you liked it

everybody got a purpose
some put the work in
others put in worship

is you down ya is you riding or not?
is you ill if not then get out my car

we ain’t pulling off at the next stop

ain’t no f-cking game this ain’t no xbox

shouts out to my ex i heard you wife thoughts

you ain’t no shooter you just say that when the mics on

everybody tryna get it

these grown men must be kidding

your demo looking like your type huh ?

i make her smile while i put it on her face and make her wipe up

internet stunting that’s some big sh-t

it was free for me to mix this

they said hit me up when you get big

i ain’t tryna get big i’m tryna get rich

price tag

i know i’m nice that’s why i f-cking brag

ain’t the type to swipe a rivals bag

ain’t the type to eye anothers stash

momma still wonder why i rap

my boys always tell me that i snapped

i’m floyd eating pink trippy facts

let the paint drip on the dash

let the man slip on the slash

rip it to the scripture imma smash

b-tch i pop a whole clip up in that -ss

the clip is the jizz my d-ck spits when i tap

see i’m still speaking facts

you get exposed for that acting like you trap

my mom would whoop my -ss if i was flipping sacs

my dad would kick me out the house if i was strapped

still burning clean peep the mileage

when i was young it was all bicycles and sprite lids

i keep the vision seared right into my eyelids

not the type to speak i abide in silence

i make the hardest beats you ain’t heard yet

i got a ear very clear imma vet

ive been a fan of atlanta since snap tracks

my first kit was full of trap claps facts

im loving where the game is at

i love to see another mf get a bag

muze to the sikk on a different dash

in the middle of the map wit a witches batch

ain’t nothing really nothing i can say about these daily tracks

if they don’t get me where i’m going then i’ll make a path

i got commitment to the vision ain’t no jibber jab

ain’t the type to quit i’ll kick it i’m gripping cash

bands in my pants

i don’t blow no backwoods

smoking joints we keep it proper

new chick shes rocking pink bizarre shopper

ey

tap me in forrest

i can run like a mf horse

air rose like a mf florist

coming thru the back door ask horus

don’t make me pull the jitsu outta storage

don’t make me turn that apple to an orange

friends in high places getting stoned up

i’m a nice guy i like to phone her up

buy her something nice and get my b-n-r sucked

watch this lonely stoner start to solar up

she still let me hit when she sober up

prolly want a kid you better throat a nut

can you stomach that ?

can you run with that ?

unknown till i run it like a running back

how could he utter that ?

i whip that b-tter fact

what’s new i going harder for the summer bash

“if you really like me you gon like my friend”

thats some sh-t you hear when you the f-cking man

i’m seeing double all she wanna do is rub it in

eating p-ssy while the others l!cking on my hand

indy heat records we just getting started

this sh-ts eternal

get what you earn tho

any obstacle is just a little hurdle

- muze sikk lyrics

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