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AquariusAnd my name is |
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LarryThere's so many rappers in love |
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On the radio |
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There's so many fake ass thugs |
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On the radio |
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Listen up mothafuckas |
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This is Mack one o, to all these niggas |
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On the radio simpin' to these hoes |
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What happened to the thugs, drugs and |
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G hitsTalkin' all the soft shit just to please a |
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Biz-NitchAnd some of all is street |
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And know the gangsta mode |
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It's like this, fuck a bitch |
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And that's the |
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G codeWe used to sell raw kill and give toe tag |
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Now ever since 9-1-1 rappers waving white flags |
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But me I keeps it gutter, just like before |
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I'mma warrior so |
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I stay prepared for war |
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Ain't nuttin' wrong wit spoilin' a bitch |
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Especially if you got it |
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Her suckin' you, you fuckin' her |
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Gettin' freaky and erotic |
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But if it ain't ruff, it ain't me |
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And I refuse to turn |
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R-A-P, in |
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R and BYou went from |
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Hardcore to pop |
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Just to be on top |
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I give Cool |
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J his props and thats where it stops |
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Connect Gang |
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NiggaThere's so many rappers in love |
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On the radio |
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There's so many fake ass thugs |
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On the radio |
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There's so many rappers in love |
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On the radio |
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There's so many fake ass thugs |
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On the radio |
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The pussy gets cream |
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Real niggas ain't simpin', oh no |
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I'm sick of niggas, trick niggas |
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Throw my radio in a ditch, nigga' |
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Cause all |
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I hear is bitch niggas |
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Fake ass R& |
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B thugs in hot as sweaters |
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Wit bull shit messages and tite ass vests |
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Fuck hip hop, y'all needa call it simp hop |
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Sock that bitch in the back of her head and take the cock |
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Hoe shut up, |
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I'm bout to load the fuck up |
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And if I hear another nigga in love |
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I'm throwin' up |
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Load it up, pick the gun up |
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I'm fed up, cause radio wit wimp bitch men |
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I'mma fuck you snuff heads up |
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Soft niggas get the gay channel |
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When I slap an |
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R and B thug off his mothafuckin' piano |
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DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club |
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Theres too many fake ass thugs, too many rappers in love |
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Mothafuckas stiff pussys |
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There's so many rappers in love |
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On the radio |
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There's so many fake ass thugs |
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On the radio |
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There's so many rappers in love |
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On the radio |
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There's so many fake ass thugs |
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On the radio |
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You used to be hardcore |
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What the fuck you lookin' hard for nigga |
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Standin' on the golf course |
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Wit yo golf club rappers |
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Get off drugs, xtasy is turnin' niggas into soft thugs |
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Wit all these promises, showin' straight |
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Bitches where yo mama live |
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I know what time it is |
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I'm the game lord, here to punish you |
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For lyin' to every bitch that your runnin' to |
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Tryna show every hoe how fly you are |
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You's a mothafuckin' fool if you buy the bar |
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I'm buyin' two drinks, fuck you skanks |
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Both of 'em mine, what chu think |
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I gets full of liquor, and pound a stripper |
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You gets drunk nigga, pull up wit her |
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Drivin' yo shit, like it's her shit |
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Under the surface, you like her bitch |
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Make a nigga sick to his stomach |
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There's so many rappers in love |
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On the radio |
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There's so many fake ass thugs |
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On the radio |
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There's so many rappers in love |
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On the radio |
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There's so many fake ass thugs |
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On the radio |
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Hey baby, |
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I used to be a gangster rapper |
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But right now, |
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I like flowers |
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I love watchin' birds in the park |
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I love takin' long walks in the park |
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I just love you |
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I love watchin' yo kids |
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I love, I just love poetry |
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I love you |