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onlyone - murder lyrics

[intro]
everybody likes me
everybody likes me but i’ma say f-ck y’all anyway
f-ck y’all anyway, man f-ck y’all
what 50 says?
my b-tch talk for me, my chips talk for me
everything on me, my b-tch park for me
hold up

[verse – onlyone]
i came in the rap humble, i don’t give a f-ck now
illmaculate said only the best rapper in..-scratches back-
i came here to rap humble, i don’t give a f-ck now
illmaculate said only the best rapper in stumptown
heaven knows, those expensive clothes
but yo’ sk!ll really ebbs and flows
i don’t go to cl-sses on a college campus
but my trunk big and the guns in it is long as branches
i was never a fan of boxing matches
but you can get lit up, like a box of matches
i palm the ratchet, poppin’ it like oxy tablets
blown, but it’s not a gasket, it’s body sn-tchin’
heads in laundry baskets
you’ll get decapitated like, mmm…oh yeah, john the baptist!
his head got served up to the queen of sheba
so what, i won’t smoke your weed
okay, i’m a cannabis sativa diva
the name of my main señorita’s “nina”
and you can french kiss
i’ll put you in crosshairs, like a french braid
i guess i’m on some french sh-t
but one thing i don’t need is a friendship
so i won’t say we like a frenchman
and i pray i don’t catch a body, i’ve seen enough
but i ain’t leavin without it on me, i keep it tucked
you beat me up? this ain’t a game of ice hockey
my eyesight’s shoddy so like scotty i ‘beamed it up’!
stay with the blades, just like hockey, like ice hockey i skate
i wasn’t born with good genes
in the gym i can’t lift a lot of wheights
but these good jeans they hold it right in the waist
i moved up. but i’m not that dude that your crew jumped
i keep two tucked, cause..i ain’t too tough
fights i lose frequently
so i keep a two-piece with me, ‘cuz i bruise easily!
kids get k!lled for flights of air one
so i fire a flare gun before i fight a fair one
ain’t no one listening to you
you flinch when i move like when a b-tch been abused
don’t get it confused
don’t ever question me about the business i do
or the piff that i move
b-tch, put the clip in the tool
you’ll think you got donkey punched the way it kicks like a mule

- onlyone lyrics

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