LOWRIDERS (feat. yeldee)

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This the greatest upcome since yesterday sun
I've never heard anyone rap like my dads son
I mean my bad honn, that I ain't making none
Of these rap songs, but y'all just gotta know I ain't done
She's home alone I say, "Bats les couilles"
I'ma fingerlick that puss like it's ratatouille
She playing with my hair called her a rat tah soon
But I don't tell no sorry like a brat'd be doing
Okay
Got your girl on my bed, sorry bro that's my bad
I don't call that man a rival, he more like a nice threat
My bars real smart but, I am not no wise man
Nice man, you just got outrapped by a white man
I'm just like a goat, I climb every mount
Encountered your rap career 'tween the lost and found
That is why my body count is higher then your friend amount
That is why every sound gets loved by my crowd
F*ck, ima bout to kill this verse, sir
And I use my curses, delete all her purses
Who a little bitch? I don't care if your six
When I know she a witch, I'm gonna burn her
When I make an album I'll prerelease it
Bitch I feel like I gotta lease it
Bitch I gotta sneeze, so please let me be
Stay view, show your titties
Ow god, no, please but 'em back
Cause it looks like you got 'em in the ass sack butter crack
They might need to write this shit on my track
The fact you a woman is cap like that
Looks like your balls got an eight pack
Damn, I really do fucking hate that
The situation, escape that
And I really can't tolerate none of that
F*ck that bitch
Who's shoes for the two's when she eight' ten
No clue how you miss a shooting
Ugliness gotta be the truth
F*ck that bitch
Who's shoes for the two's when she eight' ten
No clue how you miss a shooting
Ugliness gotta be the truth
Photobooth when I'm 'bout to see you
And I saw you so motherfucking nude, but that was my first mistake
Bitch I don't wanna be no rude
But you a trans, that shit is the flu
When I see something of like eight inches pop out
Wait, I'm like, "Wait that's bigger than mine, how?
Damn, I really gotta think", is you saying
And I'm feeling my inner pain
To many bitches in my shoot
Got a clue
I don't got a clue like blues clues
Imma hatch you
When I go for kills, I don't fucking kill you
Cause I spare you, your my last kill
Yeah, you
What the f*ck, how you gonna pulling up, with this fucking club
And I'm like, "Damn, what the f*ck is up"
You gon' pull with a picture of you in the past
And I'm like, "Damn, that's a last person in the fast"
Haha
My bands did get better, I f*ck on whoever
I'm 'boutta make cheddar, I'm 'boutta go let her
I'm fly like a feather, I'm 'taai' like leather
You don't let me hit, but your mom she knows better
Charge in your bitch like a battery uh
I'm in that bitch head like a melody uh
In Gent smoking 'lotta celery uh
Huh? Ain't you Nathaniel B, uh?
That's okay uhuh
That's neat uhuh
Get a repel, there are bitches on my feet uhuh
I'm to cool to go in on that heat, but just cool enough to rap on this beat
Name me one person that is better then me
I got God and teams both settlin' over me
Why would I pay a stripper? Your girl does it free
Need to save up, it don't grow on no trees
I don't feel alright man, know I feel amazing
Death race for love, my heart do be racing
Lit as f*ck, man, don't even gotta stage it
Found my steps, and now they retrace 'em
You're holding me back from realising the fact
That the bands that I get are full of regret
Regretting I didn't do this earlier
Imagine my girls prettier and curvier
Me and Yeldee back together, call it Fairy Tale Two
You reaching my level is a fairy tale too
Lost his last hope, 'cause his friend, he failed too
Lost his last hope, 'cause his friend, he failed too

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