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urltv - rum nitty vs. fonz lyrics

[round 1: fonz]
hold it down, hold it down
yo, after i f+ck this n+gga up, i’mma be #1 for champion of the year
’cause, n+gga, i done had a crazy run
kings vs. queens 3, um5, sm12
a lotta bread, i done made me some
they said they weren’t f+ckin’ wit’ fonz on summer madness
they ain’t faze me none
’cause smack seen how i handled the boos (booze), then he gave me…

and y’all know how this thing gon’ go
all that tough sh+t just gon’ make a n+gga swing on bro
throw that crip sh+t in my face, then the heat gon’ blow
est gee: they said i (eye) f+cked up, but now this n+gga can’t c (see) no mo’!
you want zero smoke!
that tough act gon’ gеt a n+gga
i’m a used car salesman: i let this lеmon off a lot!
put a n+gga in a box
we do not do cameras
hop out, chrome+grippin’, pole (po) kickin’: that’s kung fu panda
bro
it’s gon’ start wit’ a kick, then end wit’ a grip: it’s a moped
left hook! right hook! his nose bled
the alien sleep on his feet: he a conehead
(x9)

yeah, this battle got me some mo’ bread
but i been spazzin’, b+tch
wit’ this rappin’ and trappin’ sh+t
yeah, we had bags of sniff, and sent them on acid trips
peter pan
you know what i did to put food on my table?
you couldn’t even imagine, nit’ (it)
but we had bags of that, and jars of this
and the bags was fat, and the jars was thick
i’m talkin’ highs and the lows, n+gga, all for cheap
if you want it, you can talk to me
i got a connect on the ‘bows like glorilla and cardi b
talk is cheap!
n+gga, talk is cheap!
f+ck all that insane sh+t!
n+gga, you gon’ have to show me you crazy
’cause for a zip, my man’ll put a hole in your lady
but for 125 grams, rum, he’ll put fo’ in (and) a baby
i ain’t no internet n+gga!
my name shouldn’t be in your mentions
i really be in the trenches
and all these n+ggas who holla they (holiday) wit’ the 4th is finna be in da pendants (independence)
relentless!
n+gga, we ain’t gotta drag this sh+t out
you gave geechi 75 racks
so when you die, you can’t even pay for your funeral
it’s gon’ be too much cash to dish out
they gon’ have to cremate you, and give your remains to your daughters
and your kids gon’ have to ration nit’ (it) out
i’ll trash this b+tch house!
we do home invasions + n+gga, ask around
i’ll catch you in that crip mansion wit’ geechi, and run up in that mu’f+cka blastin’ rounds
how ironic + a insane n+gga in a nut house (nuthouse)
and everybody in that room gettin’ patted (padded) down
drag you out!
that’s when the heater get to blammin’
nosy+ass neighbor, i can see that he hispanic
i thought he was callin’ gotti
’cause he kept yellin’ out, “bay! ay!”
but that’s “b&e” in spanish!
tragic!
it don’t matter if he run with crips
he gon’ leave wit’ a ruptured disc, busted lip
overhand slump this b+tch
underhand make a soft bald (softball) n+gga adjust his pitch

n+gga, somethin’ out the chrome’ll fly
drive+by, steel (still) wavin’ like a long goodbye
your bro gon’ die!
man, i’ve been tryin’ to k!ll this man for months
but they told me i had to change the pace up just so i can stand a chance with bruh
y’all be playin’ too much
you know the difference from a soft jab and a hulk smash?
i know how to land a punch
i know you’re all fans of bruh
and all that talk of how the cans’ll dump
how his shotty’ll blam n+ggas
new .40s wit’ hair+triggers
and wit’ that type of content, nit’ (continent), you can never body a land n+gga
it’s scary for ya
i’ve been k!llin’ sh+t all year, and i ain’t gotta change in front of this bum n+gga
so stop expectin’ me to spare a quarter!
prepare for torture
bullets rain, look like a h+ll of a light storm
they found the alien on the streets, and i don’t think that’s an intelligent life form
get a b+tch smoked
acid breakin’ down a quarter like a marketing team
that sh+t gross!
big toast!
you know how long i been holdin’ this p (pee)!?
[don marino]
how long?

[fonz]
i really got a (gotta p+ss tho’)
get did wrong!
and i’m out in arizona lookin’ for him
by myself, ’cause i don’t want a co+de’ to turn fed on me
he got kg wit’ him? that’s cool
i got some lead on me
and long as they got the bread for me
then i’mma take rum and poet (po’ it) out, on the dead homies
and a n+gga can’t stop that sh+t!
once a b+tch gets shot, that’s it!
one to the mug, will spill rum, on his $25,000 alpaca rug
and you can’t get it out if you scrub
n+gga, you gon’ have to that sh+t!

[round 1: rum nitty]
y’all ready?
rum nitty vers’ vince young
my fault, my fault, my fault, i slipped up
rum nitty vers’ the fonz, ty bogan
this b+tch done
off the rip, believe he dyin’
a clean sweep, threepeat, i got the cheat sheet rhymin’
they say the alien be sittin’ on bars…(like e.t. ridin’)
this finna be a war for the books
so f+ck a time limit this battle
i told troy, “let me cook”
and this lil’ n+gga fonz (finds) a dead man, soon as it starts, like boyz n the hood
i’m the reason they be runnin’!
it won’t be easy you try and get me out my spot
i’m just keepin’ it 100
at least (lease) that’s what they wanted

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