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letra de measure 2 - superstar bandman

[intro: superstar bandman as billie d, superstar bandman]
“yeah dawg you might have to get back to working or something bro cause rapping. this rapping ain’t for you bro like not at all. ”
“n-gg- what!? what n-gg-?”
“n-gg- you still not better than me.”
“what?”
“calm all that down talking bout ’what’ you still not better than me.”
“n-gg- i got done with you live on camera and them bars was all light. wasn’t even trying that hard fam.”
“n-gg-s never trying hard n-gg- them verses wasn’t even good so i don’t even know why you making them seem like they better than what they was cause they not even good.”
“they was better than yours.”
they wasn’t bro we can go again bro
“start it up, it’s nothing!”

[verse 1: billie d]
back again taking shots the strap i gotta pack again
henny dripping down my mouth but let me get to rapping man
tryna drop a phantom looking dapper while i’m dapping dan
rapping spin your head up in a circle but you ain’t a fan
papa was a rolling stone but i ain’t have to paint him black
that green and cheese up on his head just like a packers nation hat
and that’s a bounty paper bar these lines will having you pacing back
and forth step on that dope you tripping how if i ain’t lacing that
everytime you get some dough you gotta hop on insta
if i see you then i’m finna take yo plate and what’s left over but this not thanksgiving dinner
feds had counted 60 rounds they know that lick had took a minute
hit her from the front she looking down she see the best is in her
n-gg-s tried to gps my life i took a different route
i watched me ball but never them i never been a scout
i always hated n-gg-s that would beef with n-gg-s for some clout
but beef like tic tac toe just call me dante how i ex them out

[interlude: superstar bandman as billie d, superstar bandman]
-yawn- “man”
n-gg-, n-gg- i know you didn’t
“you done?”
“what you yawning for n-gg-?”
“nothing bro nothing imma just go man.”
“what you yawning for?”
“nothing man nothing i’m just gone start rapping alright?”

[verse 2: bandman]
finna k!ll dog again take a shot i euthanize
i put a dot on him and his mans they look like human eyes
made money off that plant if they think i’m counter suing guys
i’m talking bout that work listened to tony cause that cuban wise
but that ain’t me no more my rhymes they wanna hear it
think i got a quintin miller i don’t pen down every lyric
n-gg- that’s because i freestyle too music and me got a marriage
boy she left you bae less even though she know he went to jared
not your friend or your drug habit so we not gone kick it
trap phone never make a noise all we hearing is a cricket
feds gone clock me tryna ticket like fake rollies strap a candle stick it’s lit after you wick it
wanna see a group of mice link up go left i bet they click it
stirred her pot and then i’m finna crack her like a rock or
knuckles man blue hunnits look like sonic and some uv vodka
need a shot they want me to be patient like i’m with the doctor
how to jot a song you gotta write bout stuff you got a lot of

[interlude: superstar bandman as billie d, superstar bandman]
“trash!”
“n-gg-! that’s light though.”
“yeah.”
“i just taught you n-gg-s how to write a song. i just taught you how to write a song n-gg-.”
“you ain’t teach me nothing it was light though right? it was light wasn’t it?”
“yeah it was light.”
“just like last time wasn’t it?”
“n-gg-s was hating last time wasn’t they?”
“alright, you talking me to death n-gg- we supposed be rapping. i ain’t tryna hear that.”
“go dawg.”

[verse 3: billie d]
i keep them dummies on me shout out to the thots i’m playing
and that designer is the only thing i’m copping man
i’m paranoid that’s why i always keep the chop in hand
i’m going broke off that attention they know i been paying
can’t catch me slipping glocker like a wet floor sign
i got her on this wood like she sitting courtside
i get that cheese and knot it up like the score tied
cause i know my way around the money imma tour guide
getting head while i drive got me off course
tryna put my pole in her hole like a golf course
boy i’m fresh man stepping up not no soph-m-re
quarters filled with dope 100 scents i need all four
shopping and i’m slaving tryna pick a cotton shirt
next time i’m in her guts if i see a thot and flirt
put him in a bag like when i get done chopping work
then run that n-gg- pockets like a fed do a stop and search
this ain’t no threat just told you how i’m bouta murder you
gone put a sh-ll up on his back he looking like a turtle do
scr-pe you off the pavement after i get finished murking dude
then shoot myself why shoot ya moms when i’m the one that’s birthing you

[verse 4: bandman]
think i struck a nerve every bar is like some lightning
must’ve threw them on the plate because all these n-gg-s biting it
grandma cooking in the kitchen i’m just in my bedroom writing
dreaming bout the life i want and i swear it’s so exciting
need a roley plane jane but i been flew
gotta get the steel cause these other n-gg-s stealing too
if this n-gg- cross me then i’m k!lling like a villain do
but that’s my blood brother even though that n-gg- feeling blue
they know a n-gg- keep the stick on him like a bad kid
make you do the disappearing act like my dad did
in her guts her dms not the only place i had slid
then she said i came outta nowhere like a ad lib
leeches tryna enjoy my fruits thinking imma apple orchard
make him die slow hit his chest bleeding like some torture
disrespect me hollows or these bars something finna torch you
then i gotta put you by the water like the state of florida
i’m so technical my fingers always on some cords
when on piano making beats i’m balling n-gg-s know the score
drive a chord with three or four fingers i can play some more
of course i’m bored of feeling poor i’m tryna blow and store awards

- superstar bandman

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