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egg Lyrics - Artist : Biskwiq
I sold my soul to Illuminati
For a white chick in a new Ferrari (wait) JK, I am hardly the type to sell my soul for money Don't mean I ain't tryna bargain I keep my enemies in the office I give em' all the dirty work then keep the profit I run this shit like tamagotchi Hold on, wait Where the bougie mommies? Run up in your shit with the Uzi, mami Gucci, mami Your girl look sorry My girl look clean as a new Ferrari Where the doors go up like, "Damn!" And if you decide to come through With your weak ass crew Bla-bla-bla-bla-ba That's that shit you like to talk I just wanna be on my Michael On your face where I moonwalk I don't milli rock on that block I just really rock with them stocks Cop that real estate on that block Pass that down to all my kin folk See, that's running shit, no funny shit That top floor in that summer pent-house With a beachfront under it And I'm only rapping for the fun of it I'm chasing summer all year long I'm catching waves, that Billabong That funk wave and my scent is strong You say the greatest I've been involved I can rap sweeter than a Cinnabon and Still go harder than your monologues With a ginger beer in my other palm I might turn this shit to a molotov You don't really want that Run up on a nigga like, "damn, where the guns at" I don't need a weapon nigga sharper than a thumbtack I can trick your mind til you tell me where the funds at Channel where the drums at Hi-hat and snares and a dreadlock hair Swing that shit like a nigga don't care Hyphy ain't dead yah niggas just scared Big boy pissing in your little underwear And just in case y'all niggas ain't aware We run this shit 'till the end of the year So I made this song for you And if you decide to come through with your weak-ass crew |
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