J.R. Writer
J.R. Writer - Critically Acclaimed songtekst
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Check it These flagrant thugs got hate in they blood Shit it maybe the buzz that cater the grudge But I, I cater the drugs that take them above You couldn't, shit on the set if this was flavor of love Love, your mans a menace get blammed in minutes Till it, Jamm will finish for this band and tenants Nigga, damn a rented I done ran through digits Blowin' down cake like it had some candles in it Midget, I Race pass ya fake ass Bumpin my music, But I ain't ray Cash Eat Dirt, Taste Gas Straight laugh at these haters who envy This street shit, your whole style is Radio Friendly Look, When it's Prime Time Biter I grind Mines Shines blind Wrist Brighter than Einstein For a Oz they'll wipe out your timeline Put you in a box lettin' them guns clap Pressed like a thumbtack Left where ya pump at You peddlers is dumb whack The chef make it come back I'll Stretch ya Like I'm gettin' ready to Run Track I'm on another level You peep my swagger miss These niggas swagger less I'll show you how to swag this dip Come Through Stuntin' Lightin' a Fat L Aston Martin Have em' lookin' tighter than Maxwell Let a nigga front Hell be bitin' a cap shell A heavyweight, these other niggas lighter than pastels Sweet As Laffy Taffy I get it crackin' Scrappy This will be the only way you hear somebody clappin' at me