rah scrilla - other lyrics
yo this my dumb sh-t you ain’t been f-ckin wit
the other sh-t b-tch i ain’t the one you want this trouble wit
i throw fits black out and bag trappers
like its outta movie sequence
n-gg- you could be bernies next weekend
i get busy on the mic like you lick my meat
you n-gg-s sweet like
lemonade mango peach
you was around for a while but i need those seats
they dont want ya boy on the property
but im a god on earth bringing you prophecy
the way they carry sh-t is such a mockery
sold you a fortune battle and its hypocrisy
i’m known to pop off like a flare gun
off ?? i’m a shooter, and one
they still think i’m talkin about a jump shot
they mad i’m still rappin about crack rock
i see you all worried about the wrong thing
i got you women turning thot like the spring bling
she grab my d-ck and say my name ya majesty
i send a whole stroke out happily
yo this my dumb sh-t you ain’t been f-ckin wit
the other sh-t b-tch i ain’t the one you want this trouble wit
i throw fits black out and bag trappers
like its outta movie sequence
n-gg- you could be bernies next weekend
i get busy on the mic like you lick my meat
you n-gg-s sweet like
lemonade mango peach
you was around for a while but i need those seats
i look at you n-gg-s i think i’m hungry
i look at these rappers i think i’m thinking buffet
you couldn’t f-ck wit me getcha mind right
i mean its much more than tryna getcha rhyme tight
the sign says don’t feed the animals
a cannibal got flesh hanging off the mandible
a monster peeping through your closet
we ain’t the same my n-gg- just peep the mindset
i’m king kong stuck in his prime
these d-ck riding b-tches, suck on this nine
these yellow belly n-gg-s stay missing they spine
i’m sure to get yours before you ever get mines n-gg-
yo this my dumb sh-t you ain’t been f-ckin wit
the other sh-t b-tch i ain’t the one you want this trouble wit
i throw fits black out and bag trappers
like its outta movie sequence
n-gg- you could be bernies next weekend
i get busy on the mic like you lick my meat
you n-gg-s sweet like
lemonade mango peach
you was around for a while but i need those seats
i bully these n-gg-s h-ll is they talking bout
i throw bullets to see if yo -ss can run her out
talk sh-t, i be posted up at your mother house
i don’t play fair, shoot you at daycare walking out
baby crying “daddy why won’t you wake up”
forty loaded i’m popping off from your waist up
my n-gg- run the jewels no lb
i can make a burgundy shirt outta yo white t
they saying you the man i just don’t see it
i was out pitching underhand i don’t ?? it
i’m dolo, ducking all of these photos
f-ck the promo you n-gg-s is h-m-
yo this my dumb sh-t you ain’t been f-ckin wit
the other sh-t b-tch i ain’t the one you want this trouble wit
i throw fits black out and bag trappers
like its outta movie sequence
n-gg- you could be bernies next weekend
i get busy on the mic like you lick my meat
you n-gg-s sweet like
lemonade mango peach
you was around for a while but i need those seats
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