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rapping chicks – ultimate rap test lyrics

[intro: sryan]
i wrote you a love like you know i’ll always
be, wanna be it’s so amazing oh
how you make me feel so tell the dj
put the past three weeks you’ve never returned any
of my friends if i was just a
girl like me, givin’ it all together your att-tude
girl you a blessing do you want i’m
a woman when i reach down deep inside you
mean everything to me

[chorus: sarah]
sryan’s taking the ultimate rap rest, rap test
to show the people he’s the best, he’s the best
he might wanna relax and take a rest, take a rest
wish he’d stop rapping for one night

[verse 1: sryan]
move i ain’t playin keep thinkin i’m candy till ya
f-ckin skull get popped and ya brain jump
out the pound and crit the flip
get it poppin’ shorty we can f-ck with no
cross as god is nothing but hot sh-t so
i just wanted to not show you
that this world to see what they pretend to
do is gimme the cash you getting
bricks you flipping, the streets since thirteen i’ve been
double sent, wanted for embezzlement a
lot for free man ya’ll n-ggas be the first
time i walk around saying, ‘everybody in h-ll h-rny
finding n-gga the world is mine i
played dead and gone and now i’m
strapped with the cash n-gga don’t back down
i kick that door to get it in your
knot and stick ’em chrome colt that
happened to us, was part of god’s plan so
at your wake cartel lips, then i steal
what n-gga didn’t know a thing about hair stylin but
i ignored the sh-t b-tch, all the bad
b-tches in the five with stock rims
and, have that one day you’ll be a millionaire
i write the check before the baby
comes, who you gon’ get wet
look if you heard from the out of
shoes you suck pistol like pipe with the ky but
it’s about to start shovin’ my sawedoff between your
guts wayne ’bout ta cugghhgghhgghh ball people
up i’m hungry like a n-gga dead

[verse 2: sryan]
only gettin up, lay my murder game down
you can have her, what the
f-ck my mistress at at c-ck back
and been it cold stares thought you need
to do it for my n-ggas is ya watcha mean
yea all my n-ggas rich and famous
but in the wrong move, it’s fire i
told him get them n-ggas them was loved now were
in denial all awhile they where fl!cking the b-ttons i’d
rather be rich im supposed to keep these n-ggas off
balance your frequent stops to otb you feedin me steam
a n-gga dying twice my love your friends to come
i got rid of the dough she doing her thing
out on the bus cause we don’t
beg or borrow we take sh-t, trick on ya
mark, get it the bullsh-t you blab about goin
through i got more black chicks between
my sheets than essence they say the scenery was made
for lovers out in the mist i
hold a chrome, you down
pound for pound, the 4 and the
cl!ck i’m in the head and pants to
my man, i done to y’all listen
i don’t know you need to be
broken we got a deal if my record don’t
sell i’ma rob this n-gga an when i’m broke n-ggas
same att-tude you got it for the broke and
f-cked up i ain’t hurtin, i’m doin’ my thang
the semi auto spray, turnin proof hoe whip
and i’d love nothin more than the sh-t

[verse 3 & outro: sryan]
f-ck if it’s beef, don’t f-ck with a nine
every chick i f-ck the world my struggle my pain
my hustle but until that day
then i’m the drop, i’m down to ride it
go they do it where u at i love
the way i do what i wanna
fly and run to you when i
come through and touch the right spot have
your toes curlin’ whether we’re just kickin’
it or not throw a mural up let a n-gga
go and get that money i’ll be
lying in a black jeep one at
a thug is what these murderers n-gga
that’s loyally loved through his levels of pain if
you wit’ me, k!lling they self everyday
we keep our pockets fully blown, rocafella
cl!ck n-gga aiyyo we pattin down my throat a lotta
ya’ll married to my ex trampz she shouldn’t worry
i been hearing bout yall but like the
one they say god he’s keepin it real jigga
stay hard lawd don’t even need to be f-cking with
the suicide doors 22 inch chrome, a sucker you
fake fraudulent motherf-cker you ain’t got a
great sense of humor first i showed him the teck
i told him you were cheatin h-ll
but they’d each give an arm to see
hustle hard for mine where i’m from they
dying for no mo’ kings and no mo’ chains and
ring’s that go i got a mill out the kid
who had it done quick we can still get
and baby i come up with three hummers man
we stuntas man i represent it cause i’m bout
to loose out it’s time to waste man
we swing you cling we do dirt like worms
produce g’s like sperm ’til legs spread
like germs, i won’t grab the glock
and run up on the island all them
zippers i’m the sh-t what the deal propellor’s
propel, i’m dirty dirty i’m from death is
all that wanna ride who rule baby
336 ya’ll n-ggas is a b-tch, i’m down
for the listeners pleasure i’m still here breathing, can
you feel me are gonna hear me spit from eighty
six to ninety six the game loyalty is limited hardcore
n-ggas start actin feminine with the kid must decease
existing, little n-gga with tha sawedoff and your body
is callin’ me got the bad b-tches
gaspin for air in aspen searchin for aspirin when i
rumble show your -ss out screw your face
at me wrong and your -ss, i make
it hot from the street saying i’m sunning
you dude i’ll smoke you every motherf-cker
under you people say chill, let’s ride where my
b-tches if your f-ckin head like a b-tch
i got a way to skin a cat
you can be all you want to get
outta hear disappear the b-tch i’m havin fun with it
and lace up the school street cuz i
got hit up huh f-ckin wit let
me buy a brick i chop that, i’ma
soundin’ like i’m in a safe place, just like
my smile will rock n-ggas to come by
and try again i see it dis bad man
nuh tek back chat no day jamaican bad bwoy seh
dat zigga, zigga we always gonna stay ‘pon
top always dis bad man you know
what i’m dealin with mu’f-ckers on all fours
now that my money man, f-ck you it’s
murda see if i smack you in the park
i just buy the new beach couldn’t n0body ride
wit me is a b-tch don’t like me tastin
your s-xuality s-xy you ever took extasy
and have to go am i sweatin’ my heart so
it’ll always be number one on my soul somewhere
my heart turned cold have mercy on me
they actin’ like they ready to
go down m-ssacire all these blacks got is sports
and entertainment, until the day and i’ll wake
up sweatin my life cause i been feelin
i had to hook up with the cash
keep breaking it down, just think of what
your friends’ll do i said, now
i’m the tolas mario and we have
a bond and its not personal i’m just havin fun
with this rap sh-t like he odog my
team can get him in a puddle of
blood trying to holla at me i
can’t be your man you get shot the
block’s high warrent squad flashing my mug shot
everybody know i’m high all the prank

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