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letra de can't understand - youngblista

[intro]
i’m on top, and that sh-t ain’t accidental
i get recognition for talking over some instrumentals
i won’t settle for gentle, i’m on like three different levels, i heard that p-ssy talking smack so i turned into the devil
(b-tch)

[verse 1]
it come to rapping, i got total mastery
no i ain’t capping, i call that sh-t flattery
no matter what you gon’ say to me, soon as you leave i’ma come show your b-tch some anatomy
hop in the whip when it seems satisfactory
b-tch i go dumb when i see how these rappers be
they all be capping, i call it a tragedy
spitting all stupid like they got a cavity
they want me to tеll him to cool it ’cause they think he gеtting too spicy
(he know he ain’t like me)
i’m putting him where he belong and that sh-t gon’ be f-cking his psyche
(and i think precisely)
this b-tch said that he wanna fight me
i don’t give a f-ck cause he knows i’m almighty
still getting school shooter vibes from your b-tch-made ass, made a b-tch real mad and he start to get fiesty
woadie must be on some acid
w-woah he must think he’ll be passing this traffic
p-ssy not grown and he don’t really have sh-t
don’t get too pr-ned ’cause you ain’t the one laughing
sweeping the floor with all my f-cking cash, little b-tch i could buy you so stop talking back
when i’m bored i’ma pop out right back to my mansion, making it rain while i blow yo b-tch back in
blow yo b-tch back in. shooting yo shot i’ma glass it, n0body catching me lacking
what was yo plan it was flaccid, i’ma pull up, put yo man in a muf-ckin’ casket
“he ain’t ’bout rapping, all i can hear is him slacking, he really just sounds like a f-ggot”
i ain’t ’bout rapping? you need to go wipe your mouth, let me get you a muf-ckin’ napkin
[chorus]
he wan’ run the ones, but you can’t rap with your hands
yeah it get wicked when i’m winning, turned him into a fan
i whip these lyrics up and k!ll it like the leader of a band
you catching up with these lyrics, they too fast, you can’t understand

[verse 2}
(ay)
made you my b-tch, boy look down at yo p-ssy
you ain’t the sh-t, boy to me you a rookie
you write a hook and that sh-t ain’t gon’ hook me
you want this work, you get popped like a tootsie
i keep my money on top like a-boogie
come here, get baked like a muf-ckin’ cookie
you talking down but yo b-tch wanna book me
b-tch i’ll tell you where this rapping sh-t took me
rapping sh-t took me to places you cannot imagine, it’s sad that you mad over sh-t you can’t handle, i’m really on top and you can’t take my mantle, my lyrics too fast and you can’t understand them
b-tch, i’m really a phantom, these haters get mad at the l’s that i hand them
that’s why i got yo b-tch singing my anthem, beat up that p-ssy it’s throwing a tantrum
take you for ransom, b-tch i be trapping these rappers inside of my muf-ckin’ fandom
i am the man, come give me the bread it get handsome, i ain’t giving second chances
b-tch i’m a murderer, i don’t be k!lling with bullets. i k!ll with the words i be saying
i’m not so sure if you made a decision according to muf-ckin’ plan
i am too grand (b-tch)
i’m spitting so hot you can feel the room start to expand
i gave you a chance
you took it and ran
i saw it firsthand
yo ass a p-ssy cause you wanted my head to be in the sand
listen to my lyrics they leaving you right where you stand
but you weren’t listening when i said that you couldn’t rap with your hands
[chorus]
he wan’ run the ones, but you can’t rap with your hands
yeah it get wicked when i’m winning, turned him into a fan
i whip these lyrics up and k!ll it like the leader of a band
you catching up with these lyrics, they too fast, you can’t understand

- youngblista

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