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theyear - presents lyrics

who you checking on?
fam you record on
cancun b-tch with a fam you sweater on
sova mothaf-cka
yeah i told you motherf-ckas
i don’t know you motherf-ckas
i’m the coldest mothaf-cka with my soldiers
catch us flipping g’s to white boys in culdasacks
reem told me never hold it back, hold it down
i’m the greatest in my city and i know it now
i make cheddar
say it’s all love but want beef that’s a fake heiffer
i eat first dog, logo you’s a plate setter
and they told me you ain’t worth a mention
worst intentions, curb your interest
you can say that you’re a king but it ain’t your decision
i pour precision, gorgeous women, burning incense, spitting flame into this mic until the chord is sizzling
confidence is back now
rap foul
bad b-tches been using up my bath towels
get faded happy belated
rapping elated
happy to say it

stay back i’m in a straitjacket
with a grey cap
drinking straight jack
just state facts
where the blunt at? here, face that
it’s your day, not mine bro
go get yours, i’m fine bro
drink heavy, don’t snort lines
never mind bro
i’m kidding i’m kidding
i get it i get it
i did it i did it
i did it i did it
i’m ripping and flipping
wishing these b-tches would diss me
kiss my -ss instead
i’m sick of dapping up instead i’m coming at your head
each one of you, don’t f-ck with you
not one of you, need none of you
your broad, i could be f-cking too
but she f-cks with you so f-ck her too
f-cking fake
way you rap is funny bro
hates contagious like i’m f-cking satan with a runny nose
i done it since a youngin bro
lightning in a sk!llet and i’m cooking up some thunder bro
wait a minute, white boy writing wonderful
the year is feeling comfortable
confidence is off the charts, head is filling up the room
tell your friends they want it, too?
got no problem i ain’t pressed for time i’ll piper pump em too
women? yeah i’ve f-cked a few
whatcha gotta say about me?
i’m curious
you furious
this is sh-t isn’t it? been in it since a motherf-cking little kiddie, your frenemies done witnessed it
when nate told me you trippin, i thought “hmmm, this just isn’t him”

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