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by Neef

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1.
Fedora 04:01
Swagging on em meet with bosses What a nervous feeling You better look em in the eyes And keep it off the ceiling It’s never personal Business is business ezwider Help me ease the rage While scheming to get richer Lobster for the generals And captains eating steak The soldiers eating crumbs On a corner Probably out of state They selling it too bums You know the type Who eat then scrape the plate Get pat down ever 60 minutes 3 hours in the Sunken place Topic of discussion When it’s silent there’s a rat The first one to speak He won’t even see it is getting clapped. I see this all before The two that was next to me got whacked The boss walked in I told everyone Just relax Celebration Said we got the city off our backs Congratulations, No sooner after ____ screamed out facts! He was on his back Stretched out Leaking from his hat. This life I live is sorta of like the movies The piece shit suit Fardora hats Just smoked a Lucy You want to live the life I live But you a groupie Fardora hats In black and white Puffy on Lucy Keep it on you Not even if you want too The demons still will haunt you Wrap the body up in cordboard Oh what vivid picture Saw this on my tv screen Mike screaming billy jean Dancing grabbing on his jeans Tried to be like us Then got rushed Until he did that lean Millions coming in Thanks to the black community Sold out when he changed his skin Too black for his neighbors and motello Was the middle man Coca-Cola paid him m’s Right after the Ragain era Third eye open With a birds eye approaching Got some nerves I know it What’s the word Keep your mouth shut And eyes open
2.
Honda 03:20
Fuck the cheesey hooks ... Let me talk to you I been on fire Spitting heater after heater Word to Mona Lisa Came up out the dirt Now we sitting at the bleacher Lifting up her skirt This game It will change yah Have you meeting stranger Some showing love Some niggas wanna hang yah So I move alone Cause The love is never real Never falling off cause I always keep it real If you been boss Then you know how hunger feel I might get back But for now imma Chill Talk to my queens Teach em how to build If I had a son I would show him how to kill Cause niggas act tough Till you show em how it feel. Walk with a thug Toating the steal And I came from the ghetto So I know how to steel Motherfucker This ain’t for a benz or a truck Ride with a nigga in Honda Accord Hand on my tool While I’m breaking the law Send shots Double back It’s on when it’s war -—. I don’t need a team to let mine off Violate You’ll get a dying date With your dogs I could rap like I’m fresh out the psycho ward Or I could kill niggas You ain’t know physco boy And that bitch ain’t fly You got on Micheal kors And yo niggas ain’t loyal They all type of whores I don’t Fuxk with No niggas that’s puss Cook these niggas like Chinese restaurants Dogs and puss I don’t show love Why cause these niggas is fake I don’t hold grudge why Too much food on my plate Nuggas could hate But faggot get that look off your face I been down for a minute Now I’m back on my feet Sneaking dissing ain’t good for you I opens door Little nigga what’s good with you You feeling poor Strugggle with daddy issue And your momma was a whore Niggas feeling some way Cause I’m bullying the boy Fuck am suppose to do now Feeling the pressure Screw how Niggas feeling like bitches I’m treating them like a new born A soldier Never leave the battle field I pray to god I never learn how Catching led feels I’m from the town No not Oakland Gunhill chill Many died Many peeking out from cold steel Baby mothers Left alone With the whole bill Saying prayers Ain’t helping We need doctor Phil But we black White America Ain’t tryin hear it They think we all Living great like Tyler perry That’s another topic Transparent shit is kinda scary I pray Mary John the Baptist Lord forgive daily Appreciate it How I talk to you is so amazing You never play me Ask my question And you never say shit. God Congratulations I finally made it. The Most hTed. If you knew better you would Never fuck with mine, I could shoot the five But I’m better with the 9 Neef ah bitch Im suppose to touch cheddar A lot of niggas hate Change they faith like they Betha This game It will change yah Have you meeting stranger Some showing love Some niggas wanna hang yah So I move alone Cause The love is never real Never falling off cause I always keep it real If you been boss Then you know how hunger feel I might get back But for now imma Chill Smoke blunts too the face Like I’m holidays styles And punch punks in their face If they try to act wild This ain’t New York it’s ct I moved from New York to ct Somewhere sweet low on HD You can’t see they don’t love you But I’m jay z Talk that fly shit But y’all do t get it till I’m swazzzy
3.
Juice 03:21
Nigga I’m trying to get paid More money more problems Please stay out my way You gotta a problem I’ll solve it Black gloves and some cartridges Automatic or revolver Catch you slipping you goner Drinking some porridge And reason with killers Back home call em bad mon In the states call it gang gang Out west niggas gang bang East side You vibes nugga we outside Same spot where Malcom x died Vest on don’t get chastised Asking you questions Like bitch what you repping My niggas will send you a message. My town when you check in You better tote weapons Cause vultures will rain on your blessings You better be stepping Like this Armageddon Or you can wake up Right in heaven I don’t want to stress you But look at my kicks That cost a head shot Rocking designers By stella McCartney yeah That made her bed rock Keep goings till the bank stops We don’t par with no mat lock Waste man we don’t hang with those We don’t drink lean We smoke fanta Twist up Get you fixed up Deal with mix up You get nuff slaps Cool running where the love at Two hundred for the dad hat Two hands for the most high Got a couple gz on the nasdaq Hey I rather get paid I’ll give you all of the fame Rappers get treated like slaves Your favorite rapper just gave you chain Your label robin but you getting some change You on a rope And I understand how you feel No I don’t I’m just being real Here’s a few things I wouldn’t do Spend 350 on a tennis shoe Fuck a bitch in a swimming pool In a Benz or on a roof Trash vibes that shit ain’t cool Women like that shit aint cute I got the juice Packing the Mac in the back of coupe She gave me roof right in the back she put her mac And left stains on my fruits Doubling back This is that mafia rap Drizzy and gucci Will give you dap Approaching man loosely Will get you a bax Moving too close will get you a nap Look Man don’t chat we just move the tings Hey can’t go back Man that’s slack And hedition tings I got a piece of dat She said she ain’t eating dat Suck mon teeth for dat Bad like mr super cat This that boom bap Bitch get fed mad soup for that Geez old man Don’t mean to be this frank Your aura stinks and you got no swag All your clothes are Rank I’m dripping on em what you think All I smoke is dank I’m donatello with the stick Keep it on the waist And they can’t find me If they find me I’ll be out of state Just for practice Want to whack you But I’m out of shape Grab on my toolie Smoked a Lucy Told me I can wait. God damn God damn Hey I got the juice Hey I keep a blicky to blaze sum
4.
Rage 02:40
Ain’t got no hoe in me If you think your smart I’ll keep unloading heat A soldier bleed Take his last breathe Before he blow at me . You know I’m bout it bout it I’m from the gutter Where you never sleep Get a gun if you trying to eat Or you gonna finnally meet Your maker in your foreign v Head wide open I’m from Gunhill Leave him with his eyes wide open With the dumb grill We trying be like ta ta and hov em Pow pow hit the floor with tide and some sodium Polish that Grab the machete and the laundry bag Copy that Smoking Blue dream Sipping on the yack Pull up and floss Flex on em Talking greazy Put a check on em Aim for the neck If a vest on him I been a threat Put the bets on him Know I’m flaming all the beats Get him on a leash Know a nigga head hunting Shorty dressing like a freak Put her on a leash Catch you slipping Blaze something. OHH BREEZE BLOW THROUGH HARDTOP NEVER CATCH ME SLIPPING GRAB THESE WHEN THE DOOR KNOCK YOU BE POLICTING WE AINT POLITICIANS DOG STOP! Funny that you listen Got no pot to piss in Yeah I’m on a mission If you tied of living I could find a pigeon If you like designer Finer linen Get some women Bout they business Stalk you like John Lennon Pop pop pop pop right In front tenements Y’all know who did Depending on who’s Blue Sinning Blue clues Put the paws On dudes who move timid. Hook- Look I’m a boss You shouldn’t cannot talk If you’re ever standing next to me Look at my ring that’s the recipe Look I’m not feeling your energy Dog you want food I got pedigree I pulled up you fronting We end the discussion This. How we ride on our enemies ⁃ hook- ⁃ Keep it one hun dun Never lacking Nas I gotta gun gun Gotta have. One Keep it on me Never know When your time come While living this life Well you can imaging Not seeing tomorrow the same Grab me a bottle I’m back Ease. Up You need to relax Rolled the weed that a fact Adidas with sneakers to match I don’t know what is a cap Ace my nigga how cold is that Boss up Make all kind of moves Drippy stay grippy In dinighers shoes I stayed down with my dogs I paid my dues Lickle yute I was a fan of the chocolate Dutch Then we started using fonta How we rolling up Getting higher pass the lighter We gone burn it up You a nunesense Laugh if it’s two of dem Straight waste man Hit your gyal with the Supligent Super bent Rayandneph Turn me to super man Lasting all night in your girl And I ain’t seen her since Look I’m a boss You shouldn’t cannot talk If you’re ever standing next to me Look at my ring that’s the recipe Look I’m not feeling your energy Dog you want food I got pedigree I pulled up you fronting We end the discussion This. How we ride on our enemies
5.
The Bakery 01:58
Rock your body to the base I see you got them hating staring At your face again You looking good Everybody wanna taste Showing off the cakes Got me Feeling the baker man.
6.
Shamwow 02:51
You let a pimp be a pimp And trick be a hoe I’m bout my money Mother Fucker thought I told you before See I be pimping Never tricking Let a hoe a hoe It’s all good Fuxk what they be talking Bout,I’m blowing my smoke See I was raised by some pimps In far rockaway queens Way before the music I was doing my thing A lil nigga with no Hope In the family biz You a trick Blowing money Got some bitches For ten They will suck you They will fuck you They will fucking pretend Remember shamwow Got 80 k Up out of sham wow Just google that See what my fam bout You snooze you lose Pulling them panties down Don’t give no fuck No I don’t play around Nothing to loose But laying the smacketh down If she gets bruised we used the hand me down Pimping is paying Bentley Money in my pocket Know that I’m the man Told my haters stop it Point at Uncle Sam My girls be dressing like team rocket Hope you under stand Do the dougie Get a dubbie Post it for the gram Acting slutty Pour up bubble Now she ready fam Grabbing on you Took your wallet Know that it’s a scam Issa Barbie Issa cardi Grab you by the hand Listen Charlie When you wake up You a broke man Sniff more coke damn.
7.
SMD 02:51
Ooohh Somebody right now is Sucking dixk! They really Sucking my dick Hey They sucking I ain’t got much time for this Playing games what kind is it No time for the idling .. I ain’t got No time for this. Pull up to the scene Hoping out foreign You ain’t lying Dog if you say it’s boring She got a nice waist Prettiest gyaaal on the set I’ll never choke her Just bought her choker And now she gone flex Get me some money Those rack Get it then bring all back For the rain you gone stack Wood grain in lack New jays out box What a wonderful feeling I’m the man I’m the man Two stepping I’m chilling Duplex for building Mirrors are all in the ceiling I’m just minding my business Red bottom Spegetti strap You kind looking expensive Plus did I mention This mansion is Maryland Manson’s Excuse me I’m lacking some maners I’m mixing the codien with Fanta I’m rolling the loud in a Fanta Shorty like tony Montana I’m while eating that chicken and Posta

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