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letra de stevie's pad - numerous q's

[numerous q’s]
i’m mad as f-ck, stacking up some cash and run like i’m a robber though
i could flow it hot or cold
knock ’em hoes like dominoes
jimi’s “facing the light”
we got some paper to write on then i hop in the booth to finish my night
ill and i might make it, probably not
no stopping me, not
used to be a magnet to pot, now i’m sad every song
so i had to make this remix, hope you’re taggin’ along
i’m a punchline fighter, knock you out
i got a one-track mind sir, or four-track cause i record tracks
i’ma rap monster, mad mongrel
blast speakers or blast heaters at some f-cking math teachers
p-ssed at p-ssies like cat pee-ers
wife-beaters and nice sneakers
i might beat up any beat that’s coming close to me
ask devious if he could get any b-tch to choke on “sk33ts”

whoa, whoa, whoa, ne

[devious hitman]

ripping these rhymes like bong rips
patio chillin’ with some swishers in the clip
got a fine dime snorting some c0ke lines off my head without a mind
givin’ me dome ’til we arrive at her home
her dad’s asking why her lipstick’s wrong
i’m a diesel engine running off some bud and twitter mentions
rapping ’til i got a group of henchmen
i work like a placebo
a good student just ain’t me bro
nah, that’s a lie stay in drugs and don’t do school
call me a philosopher cause i’ll be flossin’ with some fur

[voluntary]

i’m writing this for free you could call it voluntarily
i can’t jot it down quick, but i’ll make it sick
first time producing but i produce a lot
you call it a little but i call it everyday
i’m kinda nervous but i got no worries
we’re all here for the same reason, so i can keep the steady flow movin’

[odiious]

shoot a b-tch in the face to show i’m getting serious
up in stevie’s pad on the toilet sh-ttin’, furious
peepin’ in the locker room since i was toddler, curious
f-ck a b-tch before a show hollering b-tch hurry
this after party with some b-tches always down to f-ck me
like those b-tches going rough, bedtime rugby
drugs do me, when i wanna f-cking forget
catch me in the cut while i’m f-cking on your b-tch
you mad boy? how about we face off
bath salts crazy baby, eat your f-cking face off
better say your prayers b-tch, thank based god
trick you out your mula like i was bernie madoff
sike, “suck my d-ck” like “gees” was my theme song
tryna get some sl-t b-tches that i could skeet on
think this sh-t serious, you got the beat wrong
catch me with a ratchet b-tch, showing off her cheap thong
eat my -ss like you was eating sh-tty soup
wannabes copying you just a sh-tty dude
good flow rhymes, sniff a quick c0ke line
wonderin’ if i’m the best, i really knew the whole time

[numerous q’s]

dope rhymes!

- numerous qs

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