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undone - tokyo lyrics

you other rappers out here spittin sh-t we’ve heard before
spittin the same theology that we already know
and i flew my entire team right out to tokyo
keep runnin yo mouth boi i’ll kill you with the f-ckin flow

got the bright lights burnin this image in yo eye
like fem said like a g6 we are fly
all of yo sneak disses none of them are sly
and you say its a tape but some fans will buy

catch my whole crew on the way to kyoto
throwin all this money out somethin you already know
yo girl in my room dancin like it was graphed
and she gonna get the kylie matte black up and down my shaft

while you out here lurkin’ h-ll i know my bands be hurtin’
cause they all up in yo face and yo girl around my waist
look at my pockets, all of them bands
me and my boys just out in j-pan

you other rappers out here spitting sh-t we’ve heard before
spitting the same theology that we already know
and i flew my entire team right out to tokyo
keep running yo mouth boy i’ll kill you with the f-cking flow

chopsticks, don’t need em
im hd, toshiba
on a hayabusa, all blacked out, just like i’m yakuza
sippin on that sake, she blow me like tuba
she wet like scuba, that cat bald, lex luther
eat some sh-toki then smoke me some cuba
take his whole b-tch home then send her back through uber
none of yall can stop me
tokyo, kawasaki. yamaha in yokohama
get high in okinawa. smoke more leaf than kohnaha
then get devoured
yeah i got the power it’s only been like three hours
no, you dont know me.i got hoes in oji
thick b-tches only, she swing swords like oni
like black obi shin-bi
hittin kenno
with all these throwin knives
but im a cat b-tch cuz i got like nine lives
got me a butler best thing his name is chives
i’m the f-ckin best right now don’t know why you thought otherwise

who needs a fitty cal
my crew got fitty now
yo b-tch a f-ckin cow
i’ll still hit her with the f-ckin pow

finally got my huracan
so why you still talking
it’s baseball you balking
you a g-y boy, you docking

eatin her p-ssy, no i ain’t no wussy
she said you a lame you too f-ckin pushy
hit you with a cushion like whoopie
then hit you with third degree
you think youre sh-t yo diss never did sh-t to me

- undone lyrics

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