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sam prosser - my flow ep 2 lyrics

verse one
”yo, i force emcees to bleed on me, the weather raining down on me coming down heavily like the raps on you from me. sam coming at you with impecable super sonic speed doing deeds smoking weed dem trees are coming in threes . ease, on the thottle, crack a bottle smack up a model, in the hotel show ’em you tap the pedal, silver, diamond, platinum gold medal, the weight of the world readily steadily metal.”

verse 2
” now while these emcees spit and recieve they are forced to beg for mercy, pleade pleade b-tch please, i do this sh-t with ease so please stop running back to me, let me catch up on the zeez dropping you like bees, what i mean by that last line is that you are my target and im your enemy, i find your weakspot and i take you down infronta me.”

verse 3
”now, while you are forced to sit the f-ck down and hear me read these lyrics being produced at phenomenal speed, your gums bleed from being on the floor to long cause i was right and you was wrong, been happy for so long. you tried keeping me down but i got back up on my feet, knocked you down, standing on top of a skyscr-per going acapella, the means with no beat. on top of the world the paris monument can’t convert into time and money, but from me ripping into you with my top cl-ss sh-t i made money, dollars, the euro, waste it on gin, booze, have s-x watch violence, pay to get some hoes and run this town with defiance

verse 4
i flip sh-t like urkle, awkward turtle! take a step back at look at the circle, of life, its time you step aside and let me do my thang, tyga, the game, ice cube they insane, lil’ wayne your career is down the drain, swimming like you with the trans-xual p-ssy dont let me reign, on you, cause i may rain down on you. pain p-ssed from me onto you take off your jacket and il throw a brick at choo
i may have said some things you didn’t like but i have no problem with different s-xuality people but you look like a dyk-, grabbing a sn-tch, smoking joints p-ss me a light, we ignite the night with the moonlight shining bright our gold watches lighting up this sh-te, black and white, black and yellow, this is the real sh-t you pay for my melody which is melow.”

- sam prosser lyrics

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