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woedi ozier – romeo must die lyrics

{chorus}
master! they call me master
control these jaegers in the game… they master
get this fly hard, this noodle some pasta
these juliet b+tches know they romeo must die
master. master. master
i am they master
master. master
these juliet b+tches know they romeo must die

[verse 1}

the only one to say f+g
it’s cigar to y’all
they cannot smoke a bad d+ck
it’s like i choke ‘еm all
wait lemme keep it a hunned
thеy percentages low
all aiming for an average pass to score

now i’m that new new sneakers in the store they save for
god knows ima blow up. what he keeping me safe for
still a h0m+phobe disser ima drag ’em all
still resisting they surrender?
ima drag some more
he callin’ me w+lly but he know i’m sweeter than w+lly
i gave you a breather ill billy
ill billy got kicked out the farm
he losin’ his charm
a pitiful donkey all silly
a couple of rap boys down with a milli?
bars suck, here, eat a mili
he ask: “can i get a lyric?”
no! f+ck off, you nili
a lot of these famous rappers can’t rap for sh+t
he k!lling the mixer
he out here breaking me
cannot be fixed so don’t get the fixer
it should rather be called a scandal
mama don’t know you eat asses?
still think ill billy eat grass?
who knows? he might just be seeing that pastor

cut the cap
d+ck i know you live to cap
all these capybara d+cks take a dive coz i’m that cat
show respect. taking off caps
ain’t no laughing helium raps
know these bottles ain’t gassy no more
i made ’em take off caps
{chorus}

master! they call me master
control these jaegers in the game… they master
get this fly hard, this noodle some pasta
these juliet b+tches know they romeo must die
master. master. master
i am they master
master. master
these juliet b+tches know they romeo must die

[verse 2]

jet lee on ’em d+cks
i’m talkin’ about legends
all these peasants weak in my presence
all these ‘tom young’ goons they bring presence
i know bruce lee watching from heaven

i’m so frisky, that i p+ss on y’all
i ain’t do it on mama jack but i p+ss on all ’em
dudes wanna have it real, now i’m getting all ’em
b+tches still can’t find they missing man case
can’t solve ’em

shout out to qwesta, a . k . a and youngvanriebeek and nasty c
and casper
don’t want no vest but love casper
‘ghost writing’ d+cks; we’re caspers
sa; we best
err… really don’t f+ck with the rest. nah
really don’t wanna play chest. now?
can you not see? now!
how i can never be beat! nah!
put all your cars in neutral
not moving forward
like he don’t see but he saw it
too scared to be too forward
he from the hood but he too scared to saw it
really be p+ssy ’round me but they macho
this ain’t my a game
i still be playin’ in d game
but slayin’ rappers in b game
nicki and me? same!
both of us bringin’ the real pain
stay in your lane. i’m in g lane
they flash they money and ima stay flashing raps
if they tummy rumble yummy, it’s coz i’m feedin’ ’em rap
if they tummy rumble full, ima make ’em take some laps
if they tummy doing six packs, ima put dance to laps

[vocal outro]

then he curl up in my arms b+tch
(shhh)
he taking naps
hehh
romeo must die b+tch
die! die!
yo
get it?
it’s woedi ozier

- woedi ozier lyrics

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