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[MIKE STACKS]
The motto, no spit she swallow, dos equis till’ them motherfuckers hollow, I’m just looking down on her give her praise bitch bravo, then she bring her friend in we calling it a combo. I’m a east side kid, wish a pussy would, even if he could pussy bitches never would, treat your bitches pussy good, all you motherfuckers forfeit, I’m just slicing up the wood put the paper on a fork—lift. International, from Germany to France, Scottish bitches say the lochness in my pants. Haters fucking with my plans, that’s a real big no no, you only live once that’s the motto homie YOLO. Shouts to Hope Solo, yeah your boy riding solo, ladies show me love playing wit me like a Yo-yo, married to the music give a fuck a bitch is kneeling if you fucking with my money I’mma have to hurt your feelings, cause you fucking with the realest, tell the dealer what the deal is, purp is what I smoke, all my fans are gonna feel this. I’m drunk, and I’mma tell ya right now, when the lights flip on I’m jumping right in the crowd. So get loud and put ya cups up, and if ya ain’t down to fuck bitch pull ya trunks up, I’m the man in my city, I don’t give a butt fuck, if your man wanna kill me tell him meet me out front, 1
[CHRIS HEIGHTS]
Fuck what anybody say fuck how a hater feel
Its Chris Heights bitch I ain’t gotta say I’m real
You on the bench well I could tell you how ta play the field
Gonna make a mill an I don’t need a major deal
Oh, no, I’m so gone bitch
Off them bong rips smoking home grown piff
An that’s my own shit, growing out my closet
Stoner getting high an I ain’t even gotta buuuuuuuy shit yeah
I don’t play that, shawty pussy good an I ain’t even gotta say that
Cause my swag on max on tracks an I hate that
I grind like train tracks an reside where the bay at
Yeahhh man ill be repping where I’m from
Till’ the second that I’m done I’mma get it how I does
Spitten’ verses like you ain’t ever heard in your life
Don’t know how come up with the words to write
An its perfect so you don’t need to search to find
The best out bitch I had to work, an grind
An I been saying we been bout to blow
We dropping work off planes like Al Capone
You hate and doubt my flow running like a fountain tho
They can’t see me, an I ain’t mean to show off
But most these other rapper out go soft, an me an him the shit yeah eah..
[JP]
Still smoking my drugs
And I don’t got time for promoting my stuff
But the real dudes feel it when you merkin’ a beat
I done blown through o’s of the purp in a week
Put your team against mine n face certain defeat
Real tough when your talking but in person your weak
I’m fucking hot, y’all bars ain’t flirting with heat
You got the cash for a boat I got a personal fleet
Once I kill this shit they gonna’ be lining hearses for streets
I’m high motherfucker like a vertical leap
Took an l to the face I’m ripped already
Pockets stay full like Rick Ross belly
I’m tryna’ make some cash off of this game
They said hip hop died well I’m robbing the grave
Fuck with me then get ready for a hospital stay
Either that or get your fucking body tossed in the bay
You heard!
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