tacet – aunt jemima lyrics
b-tch im that
motherf-cker that pull up, don’t need no f-ckin ship
all you p-ssies talking always magne, it me f-ckin sick
you ain’t gon surp-ss me, b-tch you was just on top of my d-ck
n-gga you still got the slobber on yo lips
aunt jemima with the stick, this rap game been a f-ckin l1ck
contemplating suicide like its an outfit
motherf-ckers talkin high, like they words been bout sh-t
global be my f-ckin gang, this a private outfit
motherf-ckers down there right?
thought you was down for my sh-t
fade of a red sun
soul darker than my f-ckin tint
i ain’t never been a b-tch
wonder why im f-ckin here?
b-tch i been the f-ckin ice-magne, known for some frozen sh-t
yeah
done came a long way from them f-ckin swapmeets n-gga
pain inside, concrete soul
like i am him, jigga
(x8)
aunt jemima with the stick this rap game been a f-ckin l1ck
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