Battle Num 1
• Written by thealexharris
The microphone wet cause my words like seduction
Touching up my flows like I really do construction
If you say you balling then we probably don't trust ya
My crew will fuck you up if you touch us just trust us
Got no plan on freaking hoes that don't use a rubba
Even if you pay em boy they probably won't fuck ya
And even if she fuck she gonna burn ya like Usher
I'll steal a beat loop it then slice ya like a butcher
Your music is my music just check the production
Got great grandaddy purple rolled up in my swisha
Ya bitch call me daddy cause I put ya in a stretcha
Curved her ass too after she blew me like a twista
Sit ya dumb ass down or I might have to crush ya
Kick ya teeth in and leave ya body for the vultures
Red dot on ya forehead got snipers on the roofas
The thought of me on top oh I know you can't stomach
Bitch pour another round for me so I can get chugging
These rappers been talking as for me I stay hustling
They thought I was gonna fall off I've been bugging
But go on put me on I've already been stunting
Standing on my toes so you can call me Paul Bunion
You not invited to my orgies but you need loving
Don't look to me go get ya own its just observation
You see that I got hard bars and I see you got nothing
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thealexharris
Member since March 30 2017