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letra de rg's finest - rysarm

[verse 1: rysarm]
if your wondering who’s rysarm, well that’s me
my songs give you energy, vitamin b
like dre i need a doctor
i’m so ill, pray for me, like you at the alter
i can see into your soul, like you at a mirror
at first they didn’t understand but now it’s getting clearer
and acting funny isn’t getting you some money
don’t be surprised if they say i’m the best
hitmakers, showing you the arm’ like a vest
movin in silence, call it sign language
knocked my self out the dirt, lord got a sand wedge
tried to be wack, but i failed
the soul of my raps will get inside you, inhale
numbers will go up, like ross on the scale
i could be your mentor, give you a t.i.p. like jail
like the 2007 pats, i prevailed

[verse 2: irod]
i’m a hit maker, no pitch taker
never tip the waiter
unless she blow me like a breaker
i’m sicker than a pathogen
i’m fresher than a bag of chips
and i’m so dope
i send you on an acid trip
i grab the hottest b-tch
and ask who’s -ss is this
never fear the consequence
confidence is prominent
if you wanna be good
don’t be consequence
i’m blowin money faster
than usain bolt run
f-ck trap rappers
i wrote this rap for fun
rysarms the man
id give my right arm for him
rysarm ain’t nuts
he just wants a posse cut
so everybody posse up
and get crunk, f-cked up
b-tch what? straight thug!

[verse 3: grandfather]
b-tch you better get down
you said you look like shante
but you look more like kwame brown
spread your legs and turn around
cause ill tell you something you didn’t knew
right after you, i gotta f-ck your mama too
yeah its like that, dont be mad
like mother like daughter
you had to be bad
i guess one day you will learn
but anyway keep giving me rug burn

[verse 4: dr_super_jesus]
bars like a prison shower
soapy and make you cower
b-tches chase me like i was justen beiber
your time is up…parking meter
leader…ghenkis khan
stealing all yo girls, call me p-ssy don
getting high to get coins like mario
i spit expensive pasta, you got an arby’s flow
wondering ‘where the f-ck is my mom’
stay calm, she cam into my arms
now i’m sitting here eating chips
cut tha beat
-eating chips-

[verse 7: m’b-lls]
lemme tell ya, i’m a big boss
i blow money faster than rick ross
finishes a burger with pig sauce

[verse 8: mc rimmer]
i ain’t a fan of cheesy jokes
but don’t start calling me lactose
i’m raping heidi montag with my gi joes
redefining the meaning of real american heros
this is the style you haven’t done yet
original, so don’t forget
but you forgot, gimme my cough drops
i’ll be hip hopping till i can’t breathe
supersize the flow, the compet-tion blown, peace

[verse 9: redmasta]
redmastas always the best on the track
read my verse and haters fall back
they mad cus all the cash that i stack
i wish they they could die off or have a heart attack
or a hate attack or whatever b-tch
your on that old sh-t i think its time to switch

[verse 9+1: ltgriff]
ayy f-ck dj khaled
we tha best!!
we gonna shoot you if you dont like us
flocka!!

- rysarm

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