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letra de new jive - tutone-sotirios

i wanted to feel like a rapper growing up, so i learned a bunch of songs
upon realizing they all f-cking sucked, i wrote a bunch of my own
up on my luck, i learned to know that i had flow all along

now i got some sick f-cking beats to all of my lyrics on
you are seriously the definition of complacent
bust out the smart phones, i’ll give you a second to google that sh-t
don’t waste it

time’s up, idiot! now it’s my turn to come in with the b-ss hit
i won the game, and got a medal for first place and
a date with your sister while your ribbon says partic-p-tion
my patience, like one ply, is thin
it cant take your sh-t
saying you’re humble is an oxy and you’re moron pr-ck
it sounds like you forget to end your lines with a period
like scratching my d-ck on a chalkboard i’m done hearing your sh-t
period
cause it took a 24 hour period
for you to finally get off of your…
snuck mikes hard under my shirt while stepping out of my car
now two six-packs down there, well d-mn, that wasn’t very hard
the dudes chased this one girl around, i turned her down,
ended up with her anyway, i guess that’s one way to play the card
guess she realized they were all desperates that wouldn’t take charge
compared to them i’m vertically and horizontally large
if you missed those last few jokes then pause the song
while i throw these -ssh0l-s in the trash
as if these rappers came from candy bars
i condone rap, not your bat sh-t hoe slaps, my flow’s fast,
can’t hear you with your low stature
you’re flow’s cr-p and i know that
i hear your raps under your branded low hats and they’re so bad
that to those tracks i sit back, laugh and well i slow clap
what else to i write for this song?
wait did i rhyme swearing yet?
how the f-ck did i not rhyme swearing?!
i f-cking love swearing i swear it
eh, don’t sweat it, my verse is over anyway

bobby t going deep in the pocket
rolling the gold t–th, holstering heaters and rockets
told him to stop it, slow is not a feasible option
i keep it popping, you tried to pick the beat up and you dropped it
steely d like my feet in a coffin
walter and donald be giving the nod and popping their collars
i’m off of the wall like a fly getting shot with a bug-a-salt
if you try to knock me off of the top of the box i will rock your block
i’m lock, stock and sixteen smoking bars
i’m going hard in the paint like my name was kareem-abdul-jabar
and i don’t give a flying toss about a dated reference
hand me a cigar and i’ll burn your -ss like churchill did to minister baldwin
i’m going all in on the wordy verbiage, urging my nerf-herders
to get all nerdy and hit a bourbon binge and i’m swerving
with all my urchins in the backseat
backbeats and wack feats, yo p-ss me a dab please

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