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Track By The Bay

Track By The Bay

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14 Jul 2019

Say You ain't scared of me, well you will be ain't from the hood but my shots still good, soon you'll see if you manage to flee Acting all tough who you pretending to be? Take you from the top ropes, w.w.e Make a fool out of you and I put it on a big screen Kick you to the curb you ain't ready for the big leagues Check your girls phone and she's saying that she needs me If she aint swallow kids That Bitch aint eating All the ice in my veins bitch I'm freezing Hit it from the back and you know that hoe screaming Beat that pussy up somehow the bitch still breathing When I'm done, call a cab, Bitch you're leaving Drive away fly away I ride off in the evening When I bust, leave you in the dust Racing and I'm leading Call her up, ya you know wassup Hit it in the evening Waking up, looking up, thanking God that im breathing Taking shots, who at us? And I leave your family grieving Bitches with the sentiments Fresher than a peppermint Doing it my own way, start a fuckin movement Don't do it my way? Eat my fucking shoe lint Fuckin round wanna go again Took my whip to the den You left it with a dent You'll end up in cement All my sins that I dont repent yeah I'd do it all again Up all night writing with the pen now my girls a ten Haven't heard of me? Boy where you been You're a lyrical drought that's why I have no doubt when I'm through with you, you're gonna sit there and pout, you got eyes like a water spout, You got no rhyme, your wasting my time, gonna call my gay friend to fuck you where the sun dont shine. Dont even try guy, Your lyrics are dry they be making me sigh My lyrics are fly they'll be making you cry they'll make you wanna die just say goodbye. victory is nye, so I'm High in the club, on some kind of drug, dougie on that glug glug, feel like a slug drank by the jug pop another top and fill the tub. Popped a pill now I feel ill, feeling goofy I think it was a roofie I'm rippin’ and rappin’ down a rickety rapid Thinking bout the metal well my foot is on the petal hear me whistle like a kettle, I never just settle

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5 years ago

Say You ain't scared of me, well you will be ain't from the hood but my shots still good, soon you'll see if you manage to flee Acting all tough who you pretending to be? Take you from the top ropes, w.w.e Make a fool out of you and I put it on a big screen Kick you to the curb you ain't ready for the big leagues Check your girls phone and she's saying that she needs me If she aint swallow kids That Bitch aint eating All the ice in my veins bitch I'm freezing Hit it from the back and you know that hoe screaming Beat that pussy up somehow the bitch still breathing When I'm done, call a cab, Bitch you're leaving Drive away fly away I ride off in the evening When I bust, leave you in the dust Racing and I'm leading Call her up, ya you know wassup Hit it in the evening Waking up, looking up, thanking God that im breathing Taking shots, who at us? And I leave your family grieving Bitches with the sentiments Fresher than a peppermint Doing it my own way, start a fuckin movement Don't do it my way? Eat my fucking shoe lint Fuckin round wanna go again Took my whip to the den You left it with a dent You'll end up in cement All my sins that I dont repent yeah I'd do it all again Up all night writing with the pen now my girls a ten Haven't heard of me? Boy where you been You're a lyrical drought that's why I have no doubt when I'm through with you, you're gonna sit there and pout, you got eyes like a water spout, You got no rhyme, your wasting my time, gonna call my gay friend to fuck you where the sun dont shine. Dont even try guy, Your lyrics are dry they be making me sigh My lyrics are fly they'll be making you cry they'll make you wanna die just say goodbye. victory is nye, so I'm High in the club, on some kind of drug, dougie on that glug glug, feel like a slug drank by the jug pop another top and fill the tub. Popped a pill now I feel ill, feeling goofy I think it was a roofie I'm rippin’ and rappin’ down a rickety rapid Thinking bout the metal well my foot is on the petal hear me whistle like a kettle, I never just settle

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