Impression
• Written by Anonymous
I could kill you with a kouple lines
Damn right its my prime time
Nigga dont play with the killer be
U might get killed on the crime seen
Brother made it to the motherland
Imma put u in the quicksand
Yea yea my name is hitman
I go hard like a mailman
Trap house full of ladies
Cubborad full of kds
Play like michael jordan
Treat u like an orphan
Dont try me u miggit
Might as well speak pidgin
African like ennis
Shorter than a pennis
Lookin at the digits
Money more than Remys
Nigga this a fellin
Got it all im killin
Should ive made her lay in
Even though she gamblin
U should see me ballin
Call me master shaolin
I must have been stupid to listen to you
I must hav been cupid when looking at you
I must hav been lucid to give you one too
Hold back the nigga who wants to fight you
She gon pop one toookay she poppin' too
Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you
wanted the last, thought i wanted it too
Hold back the nigga who wants to touch you
Thought a black nigga could spit rhymes out
Turns out yall niggas just cookout
Got a black brother here call him abu
That nigga can spit no issue
Fuckin rhymes older than tofu
Now u know im the mother fuppin kingster
Not a youngster
Just a buster
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