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letra de wikiflag - wiki

[intro skit]

[verse 1]
err’ morning baptized with new york tap
it’s been a minute since i’ve been given a new york dap
these days it’s like slap, pound
i’ve been travelin’, i’ve been babblin’
rapid ryhmes for rapid runs
just the latin runs in my blood
pumpin the p-ssing sounds of the cityscape
how many wikis does it take to get a chick with a pretty face?
yeah, and i send a few d-ck pics
get back to me, i don’t give a shit, it’s
just like a litmus test
but it’s more about the litness
rather than it, the kid’s acidic
i don’t really know about [?] shit
all i know about roll an ounce in the kitchen
and i been sippin’ on, sippin’ on brew
crippin’ on like my life depended on
bet it ain’t slippin’ out my palm
i ain’t slippin’, i’m sittin’ on the corn-er
err, say a word of what you heard
i lay by the bridge, i concur refers to the crib

[bridge]
i’m a rap cat, you a rat act
you either too industry or you backpack
man let’s not get into that, get into that
d-mn you got to live with that, live with that

[verse 2]
what it do, man? i’m the new man
comin’ through with a new stance on what you knew, fam’
how you know what you know
that’s why i don’t know shit but licks and some dough
some piff, a b-tch, and a bowl
cat’s act like the shit don’t go
cats better act like, “shit, it can snow”
just a glitch of the globe
just a shake of the globe and i’m taking control
cats can’t take what they know, they faked in a mold
i rap from scratch, i’m made in a bowl
made by moms, made by my pops
turned to a don, learned at the stop
pastor pat said it, it’s the rapture
y’all can’t rap with, y’all can’t capture
a picture and play
just with shit that you say, spit that i spray
i can tell you b-tchmade by the shit that you say

[bridge 2]
lil ralph, lil wik
lil me, pat

[verse 3]
ralph tryna get in me, ain’t tryna let him be, nah
that represent the h-ll in me
i’ve been tellin’ y’all bout how the stress done made a mess of me
they ain’t faking what the measures be
and interviewers still tryna figure out the recipe
even if i gave it, couldn’t cook it
i’ve been staying out of bookings
i’ve been staying in myself
i ain’t sayin that he lookin’ for the [?] under the shelf
half the shit i rap about, man, i should be saying it myself
and i’m saying it aloud
i’m a-sayin’ that i’m proud
in the back of my mind
got my pride in a pouch
and i’m tryin’ not to pout, i’m tryin’ not to pout
tryin’ not to pout
but i’m a cry baby on time out on the side of the couch
and i’m signing me out
not
can’t stop the rhymes in my mouth
and i said this before
pathetic pat, prophetic pat, what i said anymore
pat back with the raps that get ya hat mashed
hand on your hair when i said the shit you can’t catch
(d-ck right now, right quick, huh?)
pat’s back

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