Ces Cru, UBI, Godemis - Rap Boy" Freestyle lyrics
[Ces Cru, UBI, Godemis - Rap Boy" Freestyle lyrics]
Watching CES TV, Do it in 3D
Rolling up a "L" trynna holler at her Breezy
Sippin' KC TEA, Hooping CP3
I'm internal bleeding Motherfuckers
Can't see me
Rollin' with my kin folk, blowin' heavy indo
Fresh off the jet plane brain in Limbo
Strange is the symbol
I make this shit simple
CES all day no matter which way the wind blow
They say "where you went"
I'm saying "where you been at"
I shit on my crew's name
Now you're praying that I it
Aim at ya bitch-ass
Now look for one second end your life
Should ya come out of your lane and ya it
Strange where I live at many weather faces
Dirty cash wrapped and ready in leather cases
Dedicated racists reppin' confederation
These knucklehead thugs
Said it no hesitation here this is a habit
They run around the street
Spread out the bread and shed
A hundred pounds a week
We call that Jenny Craig
They suck 'em out sweet
Suckin' on Brine Beet to
Be on underground heat (HA)
You couldn't get another ducket out of me
I'm high up on this cloud
Puffin' a pound of tree
Nothing but sour D's now they ask how are we
I say relax
The snake and the bat have empowered me
Thinking I got a rap boy, It's not a fact boy
When I go and get it
Believe I'm a bring it back boy
Sayin' that we whack boy, I'm on attack boy
When I get that check I'm a
Vanish and it's a wrap boy
I don't care Who 'bout to blow
Cocksuckers not on my level
I don't mean to fuck with ya'll when
I say I write with the devil
I cook up a hunk of meat before
I cut it I let it settle
If a Christine foot is on the pedal
Trynna catch up the cheddar if
Only these suckers let us
We eatin' where the fuck ever just point
Us to where the bread is
My head is full of the black
My closet's full of machetes
You better ready the medic and tell
Him to bring the sedatives
Set it and be the Haters and be defeated
Forget it
This shit'll jog you bananas it can
And will if you let it
They say that they happy for you
Until the day you get credit
But, you is so full of Judas
And never lived to regret it
I'm sick of battlin'
Going back and forth with the babblement
This money's like a reason for livin'
See I ain't havin' it
You slippin' idiots feeling threatened
By my hissin' i don't really give a shit
I'm just sicker than y'all dissin'
Rolling up a "L" trynna holler at her Breezy
Sippin' KC TEA, Hooping CP3
I'm internal bleeding Motherfuckers
Can't see me
Rollin' with my kin folk, blowin' heavy indo
Fresh off the jet plane brain in Limbo
Strange is the symbol
I make this shit simple
CES all day no matter which way the wind blow
They say "where you went"
I'm saying "where you been at"
I shit on my crew's name
Now you're praying that I it
Aim at ya bitch-ass
Now look for one second end your life
Should ya come out of your lane and ya it
Strange where I live at many weather faces
Dirty cash wrapped and ready in leather cases
Dedicated racists reppin' confederation
These knucklehead thugs
Said it no hesitation here this is a habit
They run around the street
Spread out the bread and shed
A hundred pounds a week
We call that Jenny Craig
They suck 'em out sweet
Suckin' on Brine Beet to
Be on underground heat (HA)
You couldn't get another ducket out of me
I'm high up on this cloud
Puffin' a pound of tree
Nothing but sour D's now they ask how are we
I say relax
The snake and the bat have empowered me
Thinking I got a rap boy, It's not a fact boy
When I go and get it
Believe I'm a bring it back boy
Sayin' that we whack boy, I'm on attack boy
When I get that check I'm a
Vanish and it's a wrap boy
I don't care Who 'bout to blow
Cocksuckers not on my level
I don't mean to fuck with ya'll when
I say I write with the devil
I cook up a hunk of meat before
I cut it I let it settle
If a Christine foot is on the pedal
Trynna catch up the cheddar if
Only these suckers let us
We eatin' where the fuck ever just point
Us to where the bread is
My head is full of the black
My closet's full of machetes
You better ready the medic and tell
Him to bring the sedatives
Set it and be the Haters and be defeated
Forget it
This shit'll jog you bananas it can
And will if you let it
They say that they happy for you
Until the day you get credit
But, you is so full of Judas
And never lived to regret it
I'm sick of battlin'
Going back and forth with the babblement
This money's like a reason for livin'
See I ain't havin' it
You slippin' idiots feeling threatened
By my hissin' i don't really give a shit
I'm just sicker than y'all dissin'