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intro: lil red
aye this ones for you nicky
straight outta princeton man
aye lucas richardson coming at you bro
he’s h-lla white
ready… here we go

verse 1: lucas
i’m the cleanest member of the whites
but i’ve always got the most insights
the rest of these kids are all just rewrites
the beat, i’ll reunite
dude i’m the same color your fridge
my life you all want a smidge
in your mind i’ll put that image
so good, your girl will let me take her hostage
yea i got that (f-cking) 4.3
none of you can (f-ck with) me
i’m on top of the golf ball, like on a tee
your girl gon’ give me a blowie
i want this blasting out your speaker
this song’s just getting bleaker
i ain’t no (d-ck) beater
but your girl, she a shrieker
when i leave the club
all the thugs show me love
homie i got drink by the jug
vip with all the chicks and the drugs
oh yea i’m k!lling you
but i’m sure you already knew
i just (f-cking) flew
never tell me i can’t spew
you jew
i’ve been rhyming ever since age 5
in fact really ever since i was alive
in about two weeks i’ll start to drive
and on your girl, i will thrive

verse 2: big d-ck nick
big boy in the paint man that’s me
clean shaven like my taint man that’s me
your girl wanna get up on me, man that’s free
how should you be talking to me, on one knee
4 and 1 half whites, b-tch what did you expect
u will see the light if i pull out the tech
man i’m working slight while your girl give neck
been grinding out all night to cash another check
in the hugo boss suit man you know i’m stunting
but the tie is br homie i don’t match for nothing
trying to put on a new face homie why are you frontin
playing in the princeton court man ain’t that something
verse 3: lil red
lil red in the mix bruh i weigh 90 pounds but i still pull a glock on yuh
(uh) live in red rock that sh-t gated
when i’m f-cking your b-tch you know i’m faded
used to attend day school that sh-t was dope
got h-lla sh-t but you never saw me mope
my rhymes were the illest those kids couldn’t cope
flow so nice had to hang em with a rope
bout to get sams pics man you know what’s good
check me with a glock in your neighborhood
shabbat shalom mother f-ckers

papi: aye it’s time for some real bars

(intro) lil red: aye track two coming at you bro
bout to put y’all n-gg-s to sleep
goodnight mother f-ckers

verse 1 of track two: papi
i’m like harden cooking these rhymes
a young kobe in his prime
i’m the greatest of all time
all i get is dimes like a young rondo
got a lambo like i’m lebron yo
my rhymes as cold as drake like we in toronto
i don’t got a girl, well i got your mom doe
she grabbing my d-ck and trying to fondle
going back to back like i’m klay
rolling with the top down like i’m jfk
got a n-gg- shot down like mlk
and i’m from chi town like i’m kanye
getting money getting b-tches that’s the only way
time to wrap up the day, baby that’s a win
you want me to slay, baby say when
kkk’s like the ku klux klan

verse 2: dman ling ling
in the all black benz with the all black rims
i’m controlling this sh-t like i’m in the f-cking sims and
in your girl p-ssy i be deep swimming
pull out of the lot and i got a fresh trim and
lv living n-gg- you know we get that gain
i told your b-tch to give me some brain
left the crib and went to get some canes
man all these rhymes n-gg- i can’t really be explained
man you know how i rock how i rock
these n-gg-s don’t know how to stop all the talk
booming out the trap don’t make me get my glock
bop bop bop i won’t let you n-gg-s flock

verse 3: big d-ck nick
man it’s big nick
back on the track
your girl make sick
but my girl got back
on my ross like rick
man you can lick on my sack
big guns be hitting the lick
stacking the cash on the rack
you shouldn’t f-ck with us
all your homies looking sus
i’m rolling up in the rari
while you look for change for the bus
man your girl make me bust
she might like me better
when she look in the papers
my name in the header
i’m all on that new green
like harriet tubman
in the cut i can’t be seen
in front of the gun you a dumb man
you looking like your third string
i’m out in this vegas sun man
all of the lyrics are key
this ain’t even fun man

lil red: kosher weed only n-gg-s!

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