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willtharapper - i ain't hiding lyrics

[intro]
riding through the city on the side of me
driving with a stick on the side of me
these p-ss-es some sh-t but they on me
and these p-ssy -ss n-gg-s wanna

[verse 1]
phone ringing
i don’t know if it’s the bread calling
cover the camera and the mic
might be the feds calling
that hoe won’t go
as long she know ain’t no bread stoppin’
play with my money
then this beam gon be your head problem
just left the show and got the check
ain’t count that money yet
if it’s short a dollar
spin back
leave that sh-t a mess
i told i can’t love you
cause i ain’t got no feelings left
she said that’s not the right answer
oh yeah this b-tch a test
glicks and tecs
hollows h-t you
it’s rippin’ flesh
sticks and lead
hit your nose
give you a different head
b-tch i’m married to the bread
now you don’t get mislead
n-gg- please
don’t make these c’s
turn you to pickled eggs
and i ain’t hard to find
p-ssy cause i stay outside
you was the n-gg-
who your folks won’t let you play outside
i used to always lose my key
i couldn’t go inside
countdown with that pistol in my hand
and watch him go and hide
my n-gg- dre go go to court today
and i don’t know if i’m going to see him
after court today
and he ain’t going like nothing
he getting forced away
cause he was getting it how he live
he had to force his way
it’s f-ck the force and what they pay
and everything they stand for
that badge on your chest
so what you call yourself a man for
you’re supposed to serve protect
so what that pistol in your hand for
cause i done slapped the landlord for
knockin’ on the d-mn door
with all my mama sh-t in here
boy and that’s a lot of sh-t
tell me would you let ’em walk right in
and take your mama sh-t
plus we got them sticks
and we ain’t move them b-tches out of here
dont know what’s laying around
so you ain’t bout to come inside of here
use to have to catch the bus
and c-ck my dog a couple stops early (i did)
because i know once i got off
there gon be opps lurkin’ (i did)
my mama even heard the shots outside her front curtain
she heard f-ck y’all then guns squirtin’
i know she nervous
my girl was with me too when that sh-t happened
i know her family tell her to give up on the rapper
i swear to god on everything
i love and i look after
before they ever harm or hit on her
that turn me into casper
i take a n-gg- soul if he touch one of mine
tie his -ss to a pole and bust a hundred irons
and i ain’t never met a b-tch that
i can trust with time
cause it’s always other n-gg-s
and these b-tches always lying
i stay to myself
i don’t wanna stress n-body else
don’t at my twitter talkin’ sh-t
you better test somebody else
i popped out on a twitter thug
and almost left somebody else
but all my tweets i left
i knew they wouldn’t press n-body else
right there i stopped and told myself
like was you really hurtin’
like you gonna rap or be a shooter
what you really workin’
said f-ck a job i posted up
and started really workin’
even though your b-tch
say it baby
i ain’t really perfect
i don’t f-ck with rappers
if they around too many people
cause that just up the risk
if you act stupid i’m a leave you
nah for real
try and back door me
and y’all get k!lled
don’t get smoked over an internet joke
and be gone for real
lil n-gg-
gang

ride through your city n-gg-

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