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letra de lil steppa forever - r.j. roze

[intro]
lebron james, kobe bryant, giannis, luka, jayson tatum, imma make em suck on my b-lls!

[verse]
mirror mirror on the wall (on the wall)
who the finest of them all? (finest of them all)
even if you were the only one (only one)
you still wouldn’t be the chosen one (chosen one)
i wanna kick you in the face (in the face)
but why should i improve your look? (your look)
b-tch, i’m a f-cking ace (ace)
i’ll scratch you like a matchbook, matchbook (matchbook)
how many rhymes i gotta hit (oj simpson)
just to get you to quit your bullsh-t, sh-t? (quit your bullsh-t)
dumb as a brick, twice as thick (timmy thicc)
my rhymes hit you harder than a train (choo choo!)
it’s just too bad you don’t have a f-cking brain (durr!)
you think you can rap
but i used yo rhymes to wipe after my last cr-p, last cr-p (-fart sounds-)
you’rе a disgrace to the human race (humans!)
if this was a racе, you’d be last place (trash!)
you couldn’t find a good bar if it hit you in the face (abuse!)
my f-ckin bars will throw you into null sp-ce, null sp-ce (infinity!)
you’re existance is just a worst case (h-ll)
am i wrong, or did god misplace? (dumbass)
it’s funny you think you got game (game)
what you got is straight up lame (f-ck you!)
got more swag than a has been
got more hoes than aladin
put it up, post it (instagram)
cuz you know i’m on that dope sh-t (weed!)
they hear my raps they jamming out (ah!)
they hear yours, they turn it down
ain’t about what you gotta say
cuz if i die today
my raps will never go away (forever)
whoever called you s-xy is a h-lla good liar (ugly!)
f-ck with me, my bars will set you on fire
get the f-ck out out of town, you acting like a clown
you’re just as useful as josh mccown (f-ck the browns!)
they call me walmart brand cuz i’m of great value (walmart!)
yo only girlfriend your f-cking hand (jack, jack, jack, jack, jack!)
b-tch yo rhymes worse than gander time (i’m boutta cum!)
your entire birth is just a motherf-cking crime
get the h-ll home, it’s yo bedtime
i’m slim shady, you’re mgk (mainstream sellout!)
i don’t wanna make you mad, or you’ll pull out the ak
come on now, how about a little break
how about you bring a lighter next episode
get the f-ck out, lemme rest
or don’t come back, you know i’m the best (number 12, tom brady, the goat!)

- r j roze

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