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letra de if rap don't work - floz mcg

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floz mcg

if rap don’t work

[intro]

aye aye

[chorus]

if rapping don’t work
i’mma find me a swerve
stack up a check
to go buy me a bird

i am a beast
when i’m rhyming these words
trying to compete
with the rhyme he get served

stay out the street
i’ve been fighting the urge
but i reminisce
when i ride on the curb

i reminisce
when i ride on the curb

i reminisce
when i ride on the curb

[verse]

stacking up scrilla
just me and my n-gga
don’t f-ck with new n-ggas
with secret agendas
i swear these n-ggas
are sweeter than splenda

street getting cold
i might need a cuchilla
talking don’t work
when you beefing with k!llers
that’s just some sh-t you
need to remember
b-tch got these pockets
i’m running up in em’
she think she a dog
i’mma walk her like kemba

pray the money
come in lightspeed
trying to live to
one hundred nineteen
because if time is money
and you die young
then it probably mean that your life cheap
but my flow is sharper
than a knife scene
and my dreams are farther
than my sight seen
but i’m laying
on em’ like some white sheets
and i pray
i get a good night sleep

n-ggas sneak dissing
so we called them out
loaded up the k’s
then we brought em’ out
turn your dope spot
into a ghost spot
turn your trap house
into a haunted house
yeah, i whip it up
and push the order out
he want a number seven
that’s a quarter ounce
yeah, i whip it up
in someone daughter’s house

counting up money
and got more to count
need my jewelry wetter
than a water spout
ninety-nine problems
gotta sort them out
n-ggas dead broke
chasing all the clout
but if you got beef
i want a porter house

better take cover
when the ratty blows
leave you in the past
like baggy clothes
big pimp
like i’m slamming caddy doors
i’m the wave n-gga
like some panty hose

this guwop gang
n-ggas know bout it
straight cash on me
n-ggas no wallet
my flow bralic
n-gga floz’s got it
up the hard away
like them foamposites
give the hardest flame
i put the stove on em’
got bodies hanging
in my clothes closet
n-ggas claim they riders
until we rode on em’
coming for the t-tle
going hov on em’

aye, i used to holla at b-tches
aye, never could get no response
aye, now i got digits it difference
these hoes want to kick it
that’s word to solange
i am a king
n-gga word to lebron
you ain’t hear
you ain’t heard
i’m a don
mention me in them words
on your song
n-gga your -ss is gr-ss
i’mma swerve on the lawn
yeah

coming up
sh-t was h-lla rough
momma did all she could for us
never had all the finer things
but it taught us hustle
that was good for us
stayed down ten toes with it
learned the game
and all the codes with it
now i’m focused
i’mma go get it

aye

[chorus]

if rapping don’t work
i’mma find me a swerve
stack up a check
and go buy me a bird

i am a beast
when i’m rhyming these words
trying to compete
with the rhyme he get served

stay out the street
i’ve been fighting the urge
but i reminisce
when i ride on the curb

i reminisce
when i ride on the curb

i reminisce
when i ride on the curb

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