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letra de gooby - obi

[verse 1: obi]
obi and sora the hottest n-ggas who hoppin’ out
we f-ckin murder lames, but you strange, so you can stay awhile
turn up the dial, no tone
ring up my cellular phone
you can stay the night, but in the morning take ya ass home
i’m not joking, so make like houdini
abracadabra! hocus pocus you can’t see me like my
name’s john cena
i’m water like aquafina
you n-ggas is boring like the b-tch from bob’s burgers, tina
i rip through verses like hurricanes, call that katrina
my lyrics vile and violent, yeah, like a misdemeanor
sora’s a murderer, posted with the yellow tape
a crimе scene that murders bеats and don’t miss like a fadeaway (kobe!)
man these n-ggas don’t know
they’ll get cancelled real quick like they tv shows
so before you talk don’t mess up or you’ll end up on a stretcher on a t-shirt with the letters all bold, r.i.p
like c’est la vie, n-ggas ain’t that deep
when it comes to rap sh-t i’m the mip
you’re weak and meek and you lookin real bleak you freak, so lets calm down
and maybe settle this over tea?
[verse 2: sora]
i guess i can spit too, but first let me hit the silly thot with a chick too
see, she was a cutie ’til she said she would pick you
grab her by the waist and say, “well you can get hit too”
check uh, check uh, microphone wrecka
next best shot, so the text go neck up, and who’s next up?
well lemme see him
i beat the beat twice with a thick fist to feed him
and if i do it, then i did it best
so don’t just do it ’cause i’m different and you gon’ be stressed
lookin’ stupid, i been goofin’, she been [?]
hey you’re so dumb n-gga, check it out, check it out, check, check, check, check, check
[verse 3: sora]
rap quicker than half these wack n-ggas
in fact my cold flow is so blizzardous f-gs shivering
isn’t it kinda silly how this billy still screaming, plus feening for no reason, leaving demons doing jumping jacks
couple slits up on his wrist a fix for spewing dummy raps
run it back
tussling with the devil with a hunching back
grab the f-ggots cash and have him asking for his money sack
and leave with leaves in bags and the box that had a hunnid blacks
look, smoke it up
run and then i’m holding up
every spotties shop with rojo dots to see em folding up
know it’s us
double ms still mess my focus up
frio flows and freakish frights to leave these n-ggas frozen up
p-ssed off
pick him then kick his lip off
bigger by the minute, mastermind, like mister rick ross
duncan on these n-ggas all the drama got you kicked off
take it to commercial for i grip y’all
and these shorties won’t respond to a dm ’til they see him
then it’s like carpe diem
i know these hoes don’t know what they be saying
hold my stones, i’m grown, i’m not-
me and obi finished dicing up you n-ggas
my blade is getting made, so i’ll be lighting up you n-ggas
until then
my steel still built to spill them
c-ck back pop thots and still we k!ll trends, n-gga

- obi

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