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Road Rage (JDZmedia) Lyrics - Artist : ChillinIT
I get away in a fast car like Tracy Chapman
It's my bar but I change my accent Fuck my bitch and I break the mattress Escape the blackness, retrace and back step Rap 'til the stage collapses Hugh tryna chase and jack men I got the X-Men I don't wanna move and pack them Must rather use and rack them, Ugh Ugh! Weed in a grey Mercedes I'm cheeky like Asian babies Everybody talk 'bout how they got the guns and drugs But don't got none I came here to change the station be myself You can't be me Jump on tracks and write raps to beef me Don't talk smack if ya Ironlaks graffiti Think back rewind that believe me Easy, twenty minutes after four Cops rock and we all stop last resort Young Adlar jumps on the backyard Throws up 420 fam on the guardy door Killed satan, Go ask the lord Find out what I ordered a casket for Throw frees online that's basketball In a alley like oops, Pass the ball I could dunk these pills in a heartbeat I just stacked 10 bills in my last week If you wanna get skills come ask me Got enough bars I could buy you a bar G Write you a bar but you couldn't out bar me Underrated, In safaris With the warfare, Like Gadafi So there ain't no Mahatma Ghandi! I run the army, Ten G's there abouts Cops askin my Mum for my where abouts Tell em 420 fam til I wear it out Weighin' 420 grams and I aired it out Ugh! Adidas tracksuit Nike top And the brand new Izzie on my iPod And I'm still gettin dizzy on my nights off Still gettin jiggy with a biddy and the lights off Cause emcees wanna touch my spot Tell an emcee they can fuck right off Puff my pot, fuck my thots Bare emcee he can fuck right off Party we like to party We ain't no venga boys we bend the boys I still don't surrender boys defending boys I kill shots send deploy, attention oi I get the coins Heads fucked up sesh to avenge the boys Deniro ya actor pretendin' boy Need logies, Don't act like ya know me Blow me, spit real from the dome lad Wake up winfields and a cone packed I spit raw rapping for the throwback Then I make it triple orgasm on a Kodak I get jaw spasms from a coke bag Keep raw cabbage for a smoke patch I roll in peace, Rap God's got a hold of me Lord take me away, Lord take me away Lord take me away... The bud's sweet like chilli that's Red Rock Deli So the brotha got the head shot ready for the head top, Ugh Claimin' he rep the 420 But the meth rock makin him shake just like jelly I'm a real one, I don't fuck with ice Too smart for the shard or to fuck my life Wanna go home stoned do the hundred type And make money on roads while I fuck my wife She goes crazy, 'cause I fucks her right We make babies, yeah the blunts are nice I feel wavy, yellow cup with ice Off chops this a hell of a life Like, any second we could die now Prolly why I'm gettin' high now Prolly why I keep the swisher on me 'Til I'm hittin' chronic and I ride out Right now, off and on, off and on, on long flights now Need to lie down, pressure on my mind swear to God sick of lies now Don't lie now, fuck me fuck me fuck me real good, this is my town Australia where ya mates are cunts and we blaze it up 420 fam see what I'm about |
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