2016
• Written by HEYOKARADDON
my nigga all i do is blaze, sip and spit,
ya boy tryna hit the studio to lip some shit,
The writtens gettin crisp as crisp could get,
Spit some shit to get these mopussies wet.
Rapcore, with the east coast drug roots,
Hardcore, with the west coast thug roots,
Had me testin coke for some of the drug loot,
Chasin niggas in some dope ass thug boots,
Master, Master, let me see the pastor,
Need to repent before the heavenly rapture,
The city sending out cops for my capture,
They can advance, but I''ll run ever faster,
I done rapped alot of times, I done rapped alot of rhymes
I'm rappin out my mind, now I'm rappin outta lines,
Fuck is it a crime to show that ya shine,
Pretty bitches hittin me sayin 'Damn boy ya fine",
Money spillin from up out my motherfuckin pockets,
Too the jays, to the chains and the rolly watches,
Rappin bout all the bitches that i ever wanted,
Before we fucked she said "dont wear a condom",
She know that I got a future full of the dough,
She fine ass hell, her or a future filled wit the hoes,
I'd rather see her ridin my dick,
than some hookers ridin for tips on the poles.
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HEYOKARADDON
Member since March 8 2015