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rob liberachi - measure lyrics

[intro superstar bandman, superstar bandman as billie d, superstar bandman as og]
“i ain’t know that n-gga billie was in here. aye.”
“what dawg?”
“i heard you said you can out rap me.”
“n-gga i can i wasn’t lying.”
“n-gga no you can’t boy.”
“n-gga you just rapping, you just rapping you not even going nowhere with it boy stop playing.”
“n-gga i rap better than you so what is you talking about!?”
“whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on, hold on. how about y’all just rap right here ok right in front of the camera. right during the interview don’t throw no shots at each other. just rap, billie you go first then let b spit after that. you spit a 16 and then he go.”
“let that n-gga go then dawg.”
“alright, alright let me go. look…aye yeah….wait hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.”
“go n-gga!”
“hold on n-gga, hold on.”
“come on!”
“alright come on.”

[verse 1: billie]
they call me billie cause i swipe them giffies like the grinch
call me lbj i’m the starting 5 you the bench
p-ss a broke n-gga they smell me they like dang what’s that stench
n-ggas singing like montana i talk money sound like french
if a n-gga talking we can meet up like it’s track
ain’t talking saints row but i keep that johnny gat
have a n-gga running home like he swinging with a bat
all these fifties on me looking like your wifey cootie cat
hold on to the money like a bear hug giving out fades n-gga that’s a free haircut
how my dog catch a play call that n-gga air bud this ain’t bluetooth we is not about to pair up
balling like barkley play a n-gga like chuck pull up come match and the stick gone light you
white sticks white ice hockey with a white puck swipe a facecard i’m a king just like tut
money on my t–th like floss put him on a tee like a cross
take a n-gga chain like a loss got her on my meat like sauce
on your wife lip no gloss spitting fire fast like nos
play imma toss imma moss ricky ross i’m a boss and you know the flow cost

[interlude: superstar bandman, superstar bandman as billie d, superstar bandman as og]
“wow. that was actually pretty good i really like that, yeah.”
“duh n-gga you know me.”
“that was good.”
“come on man that’s too easy.”
“alright bandman, you’re up now.”
“alright check me out man.”
“so, go right ahead.”

[verse 2: bandman]
they call me superstizzle bandmizzle scammizzle
for shizzle my nizzle on her t–th like a bristle
got that green tom izzo break you down like a chisel
shots tickle hit your mans with 20 cent 4 nickel
and my money changing colors like its uno
boy don’t you know spit that fire like im zuko
dropping in and out your girly man they treat her like she juco
i ain’t talking about the planet but i swear you off that pluto
you’s a poodle i’m so brutal up that toaster for that strudel
boy i’m no joke (“why the chicken cross the road?”)
boy so i can stack that money until it never fold
on y’all n-ggas necks sleeping on me that’s a sleeper hold
music so dope bag it up then i get it sold
why these n-ggas gotta stab me in my binack
in a minute imma go and cop a ginat
m.i.a. they like bandman where you been at
like i said in that stu cooking crinack

[interlude: superstar bandman, superstar bandman as billie d, superstar bandman as og]
“ok ok i’m feeling it ok. cooking dope in the stu alright i’m feeling both of them.”
“i wasn’t even trying for real bro.”
“i’m feeling both of y’all verses so far. billie you ready?”
“n-gga that’s light work bro i got it.”
“spit another one spit…do like a 20.”
“i got it.”
“you got one? you another one?”
“yeah, yeah bro straight off the tizzop.”
“alright, come on then dog.”
“alright.”

[verse 3: billie d]
man i swear that round one was some light work
if a n-gga talking tough then i might murk
rocking buffies seeing broke make my sight hurt
4-5 hit you 9 times n-gga if you like curt
broke in the game just like some intruders calling me billie i thought that you knew this
dressing up n-ggas like funeral suiters we beef over cake and stop calling me brutus
11 and curry i swear that they shooters leaving that school and i’m teaching like tutors
bowls of that chicken i’m working for hooters stepping on n-ggas i treat them like scooters
billie eat beats up just like a fajita n-ggas get cold then i’m upping the heater
bankroll up on me it look like a pita baking these n-ggas i feel like anita
moving too fast man i feel like a cheetah stay on the low i’m a vet like two seater
she on the edge and i call that girl lita rocking these buffs i can’t see you john cena
all of these franklins i feel like aretha feel like nasir when i’m spitting that ether
he can’t out rap me you can’t do it either need some sp-ce from her get back and delete her
don’t deal with flunkies get back at the leader money is older than mother theresa
when my girl balling i’m calling her lisa all of these pieces i’m working for visa
got more cheese than the school bus you getting on
david blaine with the chopper get a n-gga gone
like it’s call of duty lay you down like you going pr-ne
all these n-ggas singing snitching n-gga better watch your tone

[verse 4: bandman]
let me put your circle on some cheese call that pepperoni
married to the game holy matrimony cheese with no macaroni
all bologna you’s a phony fake boss don maroni
ceremony by my lonely eat these rappers like some coney
ball like kobe y’all a picnic and i’m yogi
2 twin glocks like zack & cody water diamonds where my floaty
she be stroking like a bogey eat the beat up like a hoagie
diamonds dance like hokey pokey want that gold just like a trophy
hit a n-gga with that doowop stacking guwap you just crew hop
boy i’m too hot spit sick bars like some xannies need a flu shot
call me 2pac when i hit you up hit you in your rooftop
this a new knot i just blew my money so these hundreds blue now
when it come to money i’m hoodini thotties rub me like a genie
on y’all heads just like a beanie eat these rappers like panini
swear your thotty was a freebie she my friend i call her phoebe
3 ball on me ain’t no cp while your pockets screaming feed me
blending in just like a ghillie bandman do this willie nillie
free gates i say really really cause these n-ggas really silly
diamonds make the summer chilly man i’m tryna stack a billie
you need pads like a lily d up cause i’m k!lling bille

[outro: superstar bandman, superstar bandman as billie d, superstar bandman as og]
“ew.”
“n-gga.”
“am i lying n-gga?”
“i said no shots but-”
“yes n-gga.”
“boy come on dog.”
“i had to let him keep going i ain’t wanna stop him. he was going ham.”
“he did alright.”
“this n-gga hating again bro.”
“you guys both did great you guys need to you know start doing more together you know.”
“i don’t know about all that but…”
“n-gga.”
“you guys really do good you know coming up off each other when y’all rapping.”
“man it don’t really matter to me we can go in the stu it don’t really matter we can make something happen. it’s whatever to me.”
“bandman he offering it to you, what do you say?”
“i guess we can get in there dog. i guess we can get in there b, once my interview over we can go in there dog.”
“y’all heard it here first bandman and billie d will be getting in the stu after this interview.”
“bars n-gga, that was straight bars right there n-gga.”

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