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07 Feb 2020

#rap #new #hot #lyrics #2020 #florida #music #verse Blast back. Nah dog get on a rap track. And fuck back pack only rap. I get here and snap. Rather do that than having my neck snapped. Dont make trap but i fuck with gucci. Waka and boosie. Dont do this just for the bitches. But ill always take some cuchi. Mob genes like lucky. Lucianio. Not itlaian though. But i can flow over drums and piano. Florifa boy rocking sandles and dockers. Since me and my best friend shared a locker. Hip hop head fused with classic rocker. Get on the mic and become a monster. I dont foster hatred. Thats not my thing. Spread love like a wedding ring. I cant sing on these hooks. But if you can fix me up then i can lay a chorus thatll make em look Click on my soundcloud. and the listen in surround sound. Im a fucked up a person. Self depracating and i let the hate worsen. So fuck it its all worth it. Where can i find my purpose. Sever the heads of serpents like in the garden of gasimidiy. Oh and fuck bitches with big titties b. Jeez. S to the c. Goes any which way. Lets get blazed. Light up the spliff and sail away. I get drained. Revitilize my brain with the music i play, write and say. Chamge up everything. Play with things. Do that thing. I dont wear bling and i cant sing. But if yoi throw on auto tone i could have a hit sheesh. I cant even believe that im a whole different beast. I rise like yeast. I want the peace and not 9. Millis. I wish i could have a couple of millys. Its silly this game we play. Every sentence i pen. I win. In the end im telling my story unfiltered. Now lay back smoke and sip on some liquor.

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#rap #new #hot #lyrics #2020 #florida #music #verse Blast back. Nah dog get on a rap track. And fuck back pack only rap. I get here and snap. Rather do that than having my neck snapped. Dont make trap but i fuck with gucci. Waka and boosie. Dont do this just for the bitches. But ill always take some cuchi. Mob genes like lucky. Lucianio. Not itlaian though. But i can flow over drums and piano. Florifa boy rocking sandles and dockers. Since me and my best friend shared a locker. Hip hop head fused with classic rocker. Get on the mic and become a monster. I dont foster hatred. Thats not my thing. Spread love like a wedding ring. I cant sing on these hooks. But if you can fix me up then i can lay a chorus thatll make em look Click on my soundcloud. and the listen in surround sound. Im a fucked up a person. Self depracating and i let the hate worsen. So fuck it its all worth it. Where can i find my purpose. Sever the heads of serpents like in the garden of gasimidiy. Oh and fuck bitches with big titties b. Jeez. S to the c. Goes any which way. Lets get blazed. Light up the spliff and sail away. I get drained. Revitilize my brain with the music i play, write and say. Chamge up everything. Play with things. Do that thing. I dont wear bling and i cant sing. But if yoi throw on auto tone i could have a hit sheesh. I cant even believe that im a whole different beast. I rise like yeast. I want the peace and not 9. Millis. I wish i could have a couple of millys. Its silly this game we play. Every sentence i pen. I win. In the end im telling my story unfiltered. Now lay back smoke and sip on some liquor.

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