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pope gregory xiii - omd lyrics

[verse 1: pope gregory]
when i’m on the beat, i feel like jeffery dahmer
mixed with poppa, little bit of pimp to charm em
grab some problem and a bit of bush to bomb em
don’t ever push me to the limit on the keke palmer
you an easy target
and im feeling heartless
gotta roll up the dutches before i go r-t-rded
when i’m finished with you n-ggas meet yo dear departed
raps darker than akon in peak of august
better stop that!
how you hate but on my nut sack?
with all these b-tches in my snapchat
tell them hoes to fall back
no distractions in the fast track
but i could still beat it blue black
yeah, you know i keep it trill
half a mil in my sights
you too contrite, not acting right
let’s roll the dice and see tonight
if pope the only n-gga in building who can say he bout the life
been hitting l1cks since micheal p-ssed
a n-gga only did it cuz he strapped for cash
these ignorant white kids who flaunt the stash
so lucrative cuz they quick to turn they back
now who popping tags?
confused cuz they thought i was foolish
“oh, tone wouldn’t do this
no way we can prove it”
made off to the jewelers
with my crew of troopers
i bet you feel stupid
i coined the word ruthless
you looking altruist
my pockets feel jewish
my circle exclusive
my jeans is the truest
i don’t need a ruger
my words’ll split through ya
and leave you with bruises
got no time for losers
a deuce for the moochers
they b-tch look like rufus
with hair like a loofah
her jaw like computer
im stuck like medusa

[hook]
i’m not yo average savage, on the track i’m going psycho
tryna buy my mom a condo when i’m balling out like micheal
walk it out between the clouds, kush so strong we call it rambo
moving to quick for you n-ggas, to catch up you gone need lipo
fresh up out the dealer, watch me whip with no silento
all the n-ggas jocking flows like these rappers work at kinkos
swear the pope, he is so gifted like he got made by kris kringle
when i step into the room all these b-tches acting single

on my d-ck!
there’s enough to go around, please gimme sp-ce
all on my d-ck!
yo, you can take yo time, this ain’t no race
all on my d-ck!
can’t quit saying my name when i’m on stage
all on my d-ck!
if you tryna get paid, lemme see you shake
all on my d-ck!

[verse 2: pope gregory]
centerfold be my centerpiece
talking, it don’t do sh-t for me
done earned my stripes, i’m a referee
ya man’s has seen all kind of cheese
feta, gouda, cheddar, mozzarella
next is allie brie
headed for the top and all the ops would make good casualty
chop you up like i’m ramsey
fancy women hot boxing in my camry
i could never hate, do you understand me?
yous a dinner plate wit a side of brandy
got a loaf of bread to ya pocket candy
on some child sh-t, like billy mandy
we ain’t the same boy quit comparing
or get wet up like a plane when its april raining
i’m a nuisance that’s changing the game
so you keep yo two cents and stay in yo lane
i keep a hunnit, can you say the same?
girl is a potrait, i knocked out the frame
this type of sh-t cannot ever be tamed
flow like a nine, it’ll blow out ya brain
she good for one thing and that thing is toupee
i’m repping third string cuz you know i don’t play
all these body bags in closet
ah, sh-t time dig in they pockets
profits telling me ain’t no stopping
polished, head to toe on my god sh-t
i mean, when i spit they see comets
obvious i got fans out in compton
tropics got me high as rocket
launching,k!lling yall with no conscience

[hook]

- pope gregory xiii lyrics

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