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whyandotte - tantrum lyrics

[verse 1 : socrates truth]

man f-ck yo blog, if it ain’t getting me play
i feel like new york, that’s a spit in the face
i was dropping knowledge, you made a big mistake
so much gold in my mind, it wouldn’t fit in a safe
so, p-ssed off is an understatement
a penny for my thoughts is an under-payment
i’m underrated, should be f-cking famous
i was booked to lose. i’m ripping up the pages
i’m rewriting chapters, gave you the best of me
don’t call my phone, on a date with destiny, at benihana’s
i hate rappers as much as fox news hate obama
and that body count got plenty commas
and that bank account is soon to follow
then we splitting ya melon, and this is what i be yelling

[hook: whyandotte]

this right here my anthem, gon’ and put yo hands up
shaking like a tantrum, shaking like a tantrum
represent the wolfpack, guess who brought the wolves back
guess who brought the cool back, n-ggas be like “who’s that?”

[verse 2: vaughan supreme]

sh-t, i’m bringing the bounce back. n-ggas having heart attacks
cause i’m black, and i rap, do you got a m-th-f-ckin’ problem with that?
i’ma stay on track, ’cause n-ggas whack
but i got a knack for spitting plague-worthy f-ckin’ rap
my mouth so dirty. and y’all talk so much f-ckin’ smack
i ball like shaq, aye k.r.i.t. sign me so i can get my momma a lac lac lac
until then i’ma buss my gat
i’m shooting for the top so watch out for that
it’s like mick foley in a hardcore match
b-tch -ss n-ggas, they won’t get that, all i put out is real rap
oh you wanna buss caps? i’ma bottle yo -ss
you dissing me on twitter. my n-ggas gon’ follow yo -ss
forever golden, only gold bars for yo -ss, bounce

[hook] x2

[verse 3: whyandotte]

okay, i’m reloaded, game on lock cause i got this sh-t coded
kicking back, i thought y’all noticed
flow still weak, sh-t’s eroded, i’ma
atom cat till the world blow
atom cats, betcha girl know
she be telling you her tummy ache
she be f-cking with them tunnel snakes
i be hanging with the f-cking greats, 24 karat crew homie
n-ggas hear lit one time, now they claiming that they really know me
were you there when my mom died?
wait, were you there when my dad was gone?
wait, were you there when i had no job?
bandwagon? f-ck it, come along
stop talking sh-t if you ain’t really ’bout it n-gga
f-ck out my face if it ain’t about a profit n-gga
and i’m still tired of the word lit, i still see y’all tryna fit
everybody doing extra, just be yourself it’s the simplest sh-t
my 9 to 5 i’m hitting my dab, ’04, no digital dash
“whyandotte, why you sample so much?”
it’s better than making original trash
first place for the nice guy, dopest n-gga i’m the right guy
think i’m sounding pretty d-mn good for a white guy, but

[hook] x2

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