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Jay Swags
Man my wrist lock like i just got arrested
Testin me you won’t pass that test bitch
Im broke im wreckless
These 2 chainz respect this
Dont even got to check this
I dont got much but i worked for what i got
When you see me roll up in a new masarati better roll up out the lot
YMCMB in the number one spot
And you niggas just got got
Till i collaspe ill give hip hop a relaspe
Perhaps then maybe we will hear some decent raps
Them fake muhfuckers fall thro my death traps
Talking bout being methrats
Every beat i rap too is gold
Im black but you look you just saw a ghost
I dont mean to brag and boast
And to me no one in the rap game comes close
I never spit
Illegitimate shit
Abouth the fuckin critics
You just some chicago bitches
Step on any beat fuck it up
Can’t u see my smiling chucks
Cause they just stomped your lyrics out
Keef talk a lot of shit
You niggas better tell him to quit
B4 i cock the four fifth and put him in a coffin quick
Yo quit rapping im a leave your body resting kid
Cause i rock mo ice thwm wayne gretzky did
Ill stretch you bitch make sure her pussy tight
Im finna take your bricks if you ain’t cookin em right
Eh yo i got a lot of bullets fo sure im wasting them
And if you got good jordans keef you know im lacing em
Im coming thro like ripped condoms
Leave yo head red like im paint ballin
Whencu hear those shots keef u know ur fate is calling
Dawg im a pimp only only rock with the hot apparel
Rocking wit a bitch from the hollow barrel
Watch yo head bitch you spineless fuck
My homies sell mo crack then whites in colorado springs
Fuck wit me and c wut kind of gun i bring
Allow me to introduce my homie D.O.G. he the shit
I got a 40 cal and a mossberg pistol grip
I did a couple weeks in a mentel hospital in 2006
Cause i had a problem with exposin fake ass pricks
Right now my niggas at the range you target practice
I swap out ammo till i melt hard plastic
Your dope ain’t good trash that shit
Ur rhyme scheme is broke get a crack bag fix
And im a stove cookin yayo half pass six
(YMCMB the shit
Better keep your flame tucked
Or this time you will be the nigga fucked
YMCMB the shit
Ya nothin but dicks 4x)
DOUBLE O.G
Still hittin the floor fuckin hoes like ron jeremy
Like god to the devil you ain’t scarin me
Im on some toilet bowl shit going in aimlessly
Think i give a fuck you got a gun aimed at me
Bitch i been thro the struggle
I dont need u hug tho
I dont do drugs straight edge shit
I pop gbe members like i used pop zits
By now im used to it
Yo bitches can suck my dick
I run this rap game i can’t forfeit
Watch me make mo hits
Im on the top 10 best white rappers list
Always say my name when im rapping this
Cut you shit out keef im talking bout yo heart not your wrist
You dont use it anyway
Be my guest die anyday
And its not fuck wut i say
Its fuck wut i do
So i guess fuck pussy
Nahhhh i can’t do that
You other perverts know where my mind at
(Chorus)

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