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letra de rosie o'donnell - million dollar idea

[chorus]
d-mn i’m a rapping -ss motherf-cker
who are you? you’re a sensitive motherf-cker
d-mn i’m a rapping -ss motherf-cker
who are you? you’re a sensitive motherf-cker

[verse 1: dr. colossus]
uh, this that seven figure sound
this that sh-t invite your clique when all your parents out of town
this that sh-t invite your chick when ain’t n0body else around
this that sh-t that make her sh-sh-shake that -ss onto the ground
b-tch i’m balling, all in, all my homies trippy still ain’t falling
falled off, b-tch you know we hauling, we done hauled -ss, hauled cash
now we about to cash in like we c-ssius
pushing weight like precious

[verse 2: stan]
thirty bad b-tches on my d-ck like i’m jesus
love me that p-ssy and the girls that done please us
catch a hit from your boy, if they sees us
never f-ck my money up, i hit you with my prius
nicely priced though
war, i’m the master with the f-cking lambo
pull up in the bando, post up with extendos
land of milk and honey for those fiends with the dope nose
manson family flow, leave your body limp sh-t
never smack n0body with that f-cking pimp wrist
stop asking stan why he can’t rhyme better
your girl told me she wished you could f-ck better
i got feta, in my back pocket
king like arthur, go play with your polly locket

[chorus]
d-mn i’m a rapping -ss motherf-cker
who are you? you’re a sensitive motherf-cker
d-mn i’m a rapping -ss motherf-cker
who are you? you’re a sensitive motherf-cker

[verse 3: 6db]
this is it, here we are
visions heavy, can’t see too far
cups filled, stomach same
[?], to the brain
i’ve got this ho, she got these pills
if i take them i won’t feel
all black benz, filled with dreams
junk squad, we go in
life of sin, still win
lungs black, heart black, so black
black cadillac filled with fiends and a forty strap
you know where we stay at
poke your nose around here
i’ll serve you up for dinner, swiss chalet affair

[verse 4: jerk tasty “the beauty queen”]
i’ma talk straight, i got your p-ssy wet
sl1ck like lindsay lohan, your body cold and dead
grimy -ss b-tch, the courtney love of rap music
you k!lled 2pac and made it look like biggie did it
but maybe diddy did it, i guess we’ll never know
cause we the new face spitting venom on you sk-nk -ss ho
i’ma drag you to the back and drop you in the pool
make it look like you drowned, i’m so d-mned cool
i’ll call the blue and cry like i’m upset
but really i’m so glad, that you’re f-cking dead
i love that bloated look like you’re full of c-m
you got that death stink, this sh-t is so fun
you the first victim in a long line
and n0body gonna catch me for a long -ss time

[chorus]
d-mn i’m a rapping -ss motherf-cker
who are you? you’re a sensitive motherf-cker
d-mn i’m a rapping -ss motherf-cker
who are you? you’re a sensitive motherf-cker

[verse 5: fizziq aka positivity]
look into the mirror no reflection back
i’m the greatest ever, man, illest on the track
four million bats fly into the hood
infected the millions make em wish that they could
do anything now that they among immortals
trans-dimensional beings travelling through portals
dracula bullsh-t, rosie o’donnell
like the beauty queen i should have been employed a model
model citizen that’s why they call my fizziq
best body in the group, that’s why i’m b-lls deep
b-lls deepak, don’t make me chopra b-tch
rhymes with “illuminati” leelo & st-tch
alien sidekick, greatest in the the universe
i can’t come up with more rhymes, that’s why i’m done my verse

[chorus]
d-mn i’m a rapping -ss motherf-cker
who are you? you’re a sensitive motherf-cker
d-mn i’m a rapping -ss motherf-cker
who are you? you’re a sensitive motherf-cker

[verse 6: jay z jr.]
d-mn i’m a rapping -ss motherf-cker
who are you? you’re a sensitive motherf-cker
say the name like you met the kid motherf-cker
raise the stakes, ante up your bid motherf-cker
keep my hand on the heater, b-tch don’t touch it
cause these days i’ve been scheming rich, don’t rush it
might be ignant how it seeming, b-tch don’t trust it
throwing bands at the stage, huh, hoes love us

- million dollar idea

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