Rozz Dyliams - Do You Owe Me My Props lyrics

I’m smashing faces
When I make you catch a hot one
And in never catching cases I’ll probably
Say I don’t got one i got guns
But only one that I like to use
A 19 metal boast
That bitch ass like wife abuse
I don’t like to lose i never bought into the
Propaganda of Nike Shoes i got enough power
I could even get Christ to move
And then proceed to start a fight with you
Control the mind of God
I find it odd that I don’t find
It odd that bitches find me odd
If you try to rap but you
Can’t you better find a job shit I’m on mine
And been on it a long time
Rappers say they put themselves on
But it’s only online
And most can’t even rhyme on time
I’m strictly vegan but I would rather
Have beef than dine on swine
So I’m just making up for lost time
The only reason I can kick one for
Your mine is cause I lost mine

Do You Owe Me My Props
Course you do, Course you do
Do You Owe Me My Props
Ofcourse you do, Ofcourse you do
Do You Owe Me My Props
Ofcourse you fucking do

Do You Owe Me My Props
Course you do, Course you do
Do You Owe Me My Props
Ofcourse you do, Ofcourse you do
Do You Owe Me My Props
Ofcourse you fucking do

No hands like Kane and I still got it
I got Lorana Bobbit on coke
I cut it up and toss it
With a gun on the dash gun and a mask
With rappers in itchy to kill her
I always got one on my back
I have come to attack
Any motherfucker from the front to the back
Who thinks he’s nice
Will get fucked in the ass
With a dumped off in the trash
You wanna go toe to toe
Let’s see how long you
Motherfuckers u’ll last
Handzum boys what in destined to rep
I’m down to crucify any rapper that
Walks with a feminine step
Showing up to shows in a bitchy mood
Tripping on sets
But when it’s your time to rhyme
You wind up tripping instead
I can’t be the one to fill em with lead
And spill enough blood
Out to fill a river bed
Il let the crown kill him instead
Your 87’ and you don’t know Alf
Fuck Oprah the only stepping that I’ve
Ever been down with is Ralph