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letra de not a rapper - luhh dyl

[intro]
uh-huh
slow down
(turn me up, mar)

[chorus]
i ain’t no rapper
most of these n-ggas be actin’ and cappin’ like they be a trapper
he not a factor
i’ll go f-ck me a n-gga b-tch, then go and shoot him right after
hit the b-tch once, now she keep on comin’
hit from the side, say it make her cum faster
shot to the top so fast, f-ck a ladder
clutchin’ the pipe so tight like a batter
n-ggas keep sayin’ i’m stealin’ they flow
but don’t even know i got so many flows and so many hoes and so many pros
a n-gga ran up, then i’m blowin’ his dome
big-ass crib with unlimited floors
if i call you my brother, can’t do no wrong
i don’t trip ’bout leavin’ my b-tch at home
know if she h-rny, she’ll play with her rose

[verse]
think i ain’t the hardest, you playin’ with your nose
give the b-tch great d-ck, dip, get ghost
whole ‘fit rick, b-tch, i’m doin’ the most
i ain’t even that age, threw your rent on the floor
i know some n-ggas that played the game so foul, but don’t even know that i know
and i know some b-tches who think i’m tender ’bout these b-tches, don’t care that you f-cked on bro (on god)
and i know some n-ggas who claim they gon’ ride, when it’s time to slide, them n-ggas go run and go hide
i got some sh-t you ain’t duckin’ or dodgin’
when i say go, n-ggas bump, collide
i’m in the scat, boy, you in the dodge
bad b-tch on my side look like nicki minaj
no more strikes, told you plenty of times
got so many clothes, i could start me a line
uh-huh, got so many drums, i could start me a line
walk in my closet, designer from head to my toe, you would think i was goin’ to prom
i got so many n-ggas that wanna be like me, you would think i was startin’ a hive
i got so many ways for you to make money, you would think i was givin’ out jobs
[chorus]
i ain’t no rapper
most of these n-ggas be actin’ and cappin’ like they be a trapper
he not a factor
i’ll go f-ck me a n-gga b-tch, then go and shoot him right after
hit the b-tch once, now she keep on comin’
hit from the side, say it make her cum faster
shot to the top so fast, f-ck a ladder
clutchin’ the pipe so tight like a batter
n-ggas keep sayin’ i’m stealin’ they flow
but don’t even know i got so many flows and so many hoes and so many pros
a n-gga ran up, then i’m blowin’ his dome
big-ass crib with unlimited floors
if i call you my brother, can’t do no wrong
i don’t trip ’bout leavin’ my b-tch at home
know if she h-rny, she’ll play with her rose (on gang)

- luhh dyl

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