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word play - taf spar lyrics

[verse 1: word play]
i’m 5’9″, 145, yeah i’m f-cking small
not my d-ck though, that sh-t is bigger than a f-cking mall
physics cl-ss, b-tch obey me like newton’s laws
these n-gg-s want my weed so they can stay higher than them all
kaw-kaw, we higher than some eagles fans
she pulled her t-tties out, yessir i’m in a trance
riding around in miami looking for lance vance
bonjour monsieur, but no b-tch i am not that n-gg- in france
oops i mean paris, got canned josh peas and anwar carrots
you group of n-gg-s talk the same sh-t like they a group of parrots
pop-pop-pop these pistols pop and my money makes these hoes p-ss-es pop
similar to trey songz, my voice a panty dropper
b-tch you thirsty, here’s some f-cking water
you’s a b-tch n-gg-, and no i ain’t your father
your b-tch wants my meat, call my d-ck oscar meyer
this sweater looking fresh like my father mr. rogers
don’t go to the mall unless i’m ’bout to shop
your girl give me dome, she a f-cking bop
cleaning up her c-m, i need a f-cking mop
just like yung berg, your music gon f-cking flop
i’m done with this beat, bookie gon k!ll it
hit ’em with that fire, n-gg- gon spit it
n-gg- he’s a hot spitter

[verse 2: l.a. v3rn]
obese mummification, that’s fat raps for you dumb hoes
no allitertors, [?]
pardon my ill-stration, i’m used to canvas and paintings
your lady covered in s-m-n, that’s mona lisa from ray
if you ain’t get it this far then you’re clearly missing the target
obliterate compet-tion and every one is upon me
you chose to study abroad, your broad chose me to study
give me the internet, i’ll turn honor students to flunkies
d-mn d-mn d-mn, florida evans minus a letter
that’s double d’s i am caressing, and back to this english lecture
we got chemistry together and my d-ck attracts your feelings
how she flossing with my d-ck you would swear that she was a dentist
bad as dennis the menace, d-cking her like a splinter
no master, no ninja turtles, f-ck it she mona murtle
pause. hoe break for the strip, chicken lemon date
screaming, “you hungry” eat this d-ck steak b-tch
pray to the heavens, my dough progressing, nevertheless
b-tch f-ck your squadron and your section, west stl what i’m repping
vegas prime in your [?], with my tone, any questions?
the [?] n-gg- say is on your chest, that’s [?]

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