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#MWPX2 #Crew #Rapping #love #Live #Respect #MWPX2 We ain't got too far to go I deserve to glow and now you know Oh yes girl, we's talkin to you Like your bitch supposed to do Here's a sicker dosage, keep your triggers focused By following us - in my tongue I trust Nigga trying to live like Hova, but well Straight A's niggaz, never gave the teachers hell That's why my women ain't dimes MC's hide in fear, new faces, different names Creepin to my rock spot, quiet as the fuck I'm doin bad right now, livin on nigga luck Bang once and my name's been out That's what this here be bout Uhh Black Rob shit You can get your liver split First I'll unleash my rage on the stage We're the Renegades of this atomic AGE.. Ladies dress sexy, body half showing Now my fans, just liking what I'm doing My nigga start to laugh, but he kicked in half Shit it looks like my rhymes need a bath. I tend to be on blast more often than not I heard, gimme got got and I heard gimme got shot It don't stop, I'm on top of this going down Cuz i think I just found the biggest freak in town Check the brotha the you're seein' just stays on your mind On the street, with the hustle, everyday I'm about that grind But robbing season come around, whenever the drought kick in You brand new like young niggas smoking boo boo World premier, relay rhyme like Paul Revere 200 a pair but I'm addicted to the gear And stack packs on tracks on wax, here's the facts And everybody knows that you're out there, tryin' to tax No scat to the thing, get your enemies Buy, I bought a camcorder, all for the memories Dip out the back when I step on the scene Cut the proper sneer and practice bein mean Mo' time we spent together, mo' she got attached Spit off the hook quicker than a purse get snatched Gliding on bast, with glocks ready to blast I ain't much too worried about the past Wack MC's stay spitting shit that's made up D-flo is my bread and the body in my cup Back for the encore with raps that's hardcore I know you got her feenin, runnin back for more Fuck the ice on your hand, gun in your palm Let the window down slow, kid just bought the farm The explenation for this, he must was crazy. They called me crazy, assumin' that I was mad lazy My fist fast as Bruce, you better call a truce Knew the D make her freeze, she lookin for an excuse Hunt you down wit my automobile, roll down the window slow No ordinary kid got a top of no ????? Now when I'm on the microphone I roam through zones The Pink Panther does the picking and he spots the clones.
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@wrongvictim Thanks. Much Love
@Lil.M.S. we need some drops fam music activity
@Lil.M.S. listen working for your new cool bro show some love your boys
dope bro,,,,love it
@NEKRO_rap @9thDimensional Thanks you guys so much. It's much appreciated. Stay Tuned for more.
@Lil.M.S. very good . The LYRICKS tell a story. I like it. If @9thDimensional is propping you that is 🙏🙏 also
YEAH BRO! Keep up the good work! 💯✅
@Lil.M.S.RAPPER I fuck wit this💯
@CRASHLXRD Thanks bro. It's very appreciated.
good job this is cool
@Magicfire. Thanks alot. I will keep that in mind for my next song.
#SpringDropSL #Crew #Rapping #love #Live #Respect #SpringDropSL We ain't got too far to go I deserve to glow and now you know Oh yes girl, we's talkin to you Like your bitch supposed to do Here's a sicker dosage, keep your triggers focused By following us - in my tongue I trust Nigga trying to live like Hova, but well Straight A's niggaz, never gave the teachers hell That's why my women ain't dimes MC's hide in fear, new faces, different names Creepin to my rock spot, quiet as the fuck I'm doin bad right now, livin on nigga luck Bang once and my name's been out That's what this here be bout Uhh Black Rob shit You can get your liver split First I'll unleash my rage on the stage We're the Renegades of this atomic AGE.. Ladies dress sexy, body half showing Now my fans, just liking what I'm doing My nigga start to laugh, but he kicked in half Shit it looks like my rhymes need a bath. I tend to be on blast more often than not I heard, gimme got got and I heard gimme got shot It don't stop, I'm on top of this going down Cuz i think I just found the biggest freak in town Check the brotha the you're seein' just stays on your mind On the street, with the hustle, everyday I'm about that grind But robbing season come around, whenever the drought kick in You brand new like young niggas smoking boo boo World premier, relay rhyme like Paul Revere 200 a pair but I'm addicted to the gear And stack packs on tracks on wax, here's the facts And everybody knows that you're out there, tryin' to tax No scat to the thing, get your enemies Buy, I bought a camcorder, all for the memories Dip out the back when I step on the scene Cut the proper sneer and practice bein mean Mo' time we spent together, mo' she got attached Spit off the hook quicker than a purse get snatched Gliding on bast, with glocks ready to blast I ain't much too worried about the past Wack MC's stay spitting shit that's made up D-flo is my bread and the body in my cup Back for the encore with raps that's hardcore I know you got her feenin, runnin back for more Fuck the ice on your hand, gun in your palm Let the window down slow, kid just bought the farm The explenation for this, he must was crazy. They called me crazy, assumin' that I was mad lazy My fist fast as Bruce, you better call a truce Knew the D make her freeze, she lookin for an excuse Hunt you down wit my automobile, roll down the window slow No ordinary kid got a top of no ????? Now when I'm on the microphone I roam through zones The Pink Panther does the picking and he spots the clones.
I like that
nice
i would add more agression and lose the autotune. do that and i can see some crazyness.