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Puff Daddy, enough already
Now its P. Diddy still sound shitty
How can your group be called Da Band
No body plays an insterment man
I dont
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
I was living on the hill
By the water tower and hiking trails
And when the big one hit I'd have a seat
To watch masters abandon their dogs
words nigga duffel bags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
when I'm suddenly getting inspired it's like when I'm printing a fax comin' in
And album mode is like syncing the data by thinking of raps mumblin'
drop the album
We'll be fine without them...
100% hoe
My heart rate is just t like the tempo
I'm in the bando
I'll put your girl in the friend zone
I need your radiance
Come set my heart ablaze
If you gone be here in my life
I need you center stage
Mental peace is something I really just can't
got all these fucking bands 100% legit
Coulda done this by myself, these features were a fucking assist, Ay Ay
Ay Ay Ay
We off the MDMA, Carson and Lone
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
Hey, my friend what’s going on?!?
Have you listened to
The last album of your favorite band?
Was it good for you?
Well, i’ve been thinking
About
forget-me-not whispers, daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band
And she was blinded by the light
Oh cut loose like a deuce, another runner in
I mean, I used to be in a band, it's just a real-really fun thing
Cool, man. Thank you.
Thank you for your time
advertise to get overrated reviews
While they have no room for independent bands
They say we have no quality, they want us to be dead!
How could we have
But now you switchin' up your
Energy
Now I repeat
Who the fuck really could
Compete with me (yeah)
I just dropped 2 albums
With an EP
That's a 3peat
I'm
Heard your album my best of missed it
Best that ever did it,
Papoose is the definition.
[Chorus]
man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
[Juelz Santana]
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
mama need it
My uncle stood by the store servin' fiends
Zack in his pocket and everyone know
His pole in his jeans
Bitch, I'm number one, it ain't no top
consult your album
And show you how to stay off my dick
That's the thing I hate the most
Can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name
To get
, damn
And by that time I was moving on to other bands
Didn't check No Pressure, 'cause by then I found my mans
J. Cole
Mass hypnosis
You cannot control
another time
Secrets kept of another kind
I can feel you breathin' hard when I'm by your side
I know the feelin' that's been keepin' you up at night
I
a Thugs Mansion
Dear mama don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good
Tell the hommies I'm in heaven and it ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh-uh, hold up
Hold up, so uh
I just spent a uh
I just spent a uh, yeah
I just spent a hundred bands
I just dropped like fifty
Put
And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough
I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back
I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track
And when
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