Sy Ari Da Kid, Slim Dunkin - No Subliminals lyrics

[Sy Ari Da Kid, Slim Dunkin - No Subliminals lyrics]

Rap game fucked Up, everybody beefin'
Internet gangstas, everybody tweetin'
Breakin all the rules
Nigga errybody cheatin'
See the campaign, nigga, errybody eating
Rap game fucked Up, everybody beefin'
Internet gangstas, everybody tweetin'
Breakin all the rules
Nigga errybody cheatin'
See the campaign, nigga, errybody eating

Real boss nigga
You don’t even wanna touch me
Two dyke hoes barely even wanna fuck me
Throw that old shit out the roof
This a new kid
If I ain’t the best in Atlanta nigga who is?
Bet the root of evil that I ain’t bring hell
Ask around the Northside bitch
My name ring bells
Yea bitch I think I’m Konan
You better get yo man
Like look ma Wale a finger
When he got No Hands
Say it's cool, I run with winners
And they hate to loose
I hustle niggas like Uncle Phil
When he’s playing pool
And you can get, we can go all day
Cause the flow silky smooth
Like the Zohan phrase

Rap game fucked Up, everybody beefin'
Internet gangstas, everybody tweetin'
Breakin all the rules
Nigga errybody cheatin'
See the campaign, nigga, errybody eating
Rap game fucked Up, everybody beefin'
Internet gangstas, everybody tweetin'
Breakin all the rules
Nigga errybody cheatin'
See the campaign, nigga, errybody eating

Look god damnit you a turkey, and you lyin'
Plus you got bad knees, andrew Bynum
Frontin ass rappers
These real niggas hate ya
The only Maybach you know about
Is the end of April
Sucka ass you done let ya
Main bitch degrade you
Plus you got the sour face
Like you bit a grapefruit
Teez and L’s steady passin' the weed
Ricky like a mouse headed to
The trap for the cheese faggot ass pricks
Never getting daps from a G
Type a niggas putting lotion on
The back of ya knees
Still cruising down the runway
You don’t want the gunplay
Kid will shut um down like
Chik-Fil-A on a Sunday

Rap game fucked Up, everybody beefin'
Internet gangstas, everybody tweetin'
Breakin all the rules
Nigga errybody cheatin'
See the campaign, nigga, errybody eating
Rap game fucked Up, everybody beefin'
Internet gangstas, everybody tweetin'
Breakin all the rules
Nigga errybody cheatin'
See the campaign, nigga, errybody eating

Trap game fucked up, duckin' the red dog
A nigga life fast
Call me Dunkin' the Hedgehog
Standing on the ball, with-with-with
Them steel tuckers
Whole squad fucked his bitch and
He still cuffed her
Two beans, lean, and the rosé all three
Might need to check your pulse rate
My team clean, no co pay
Finna ball give a damn what the coach say
I’m from the hood tell your kids
Don’t look up to me i’m the bad guy
Momma told you not to fuck with me

Rap game fucked Up, everybody beefin'
Internet gangstas, everybody tweetin'
Breakin all the rules
Nigga errybody cheatin'
See the campaign, nigga, errybody eating
Rap game fucked Up, everybody beefin'
Internet gangstas, everybody tweetin'
Breakin all the rules
Nigga errybody cheatin'
See the campaign, nigga, errybody eating

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