ightt....My name Kidd Breezy/ i ain't a rapper so i take it eazy/ hangin'
wit niggas like, lil weezy./Talk shit/ get hit/ real quick/ Gotcha ya girl
on her knees,suckin my dick/ Oh shit!/ Who knew i could rhyme?/ its like in
everyy fukn line/ My time to shine!/ I'ma be rappin, and rippin, and
spitting/ Got every nigga in here, trippen/ Throwing parties, its
ridiculous/ man they're so fantastic/ got niggas laughing so hard/ they're
really ecastic/ that was sarcastic.!/ oh so sad/too bad/ you mad?
This nigga talkin bout scroll down to see some shitty lyrics/ I tell your
bitch to scroll down on my dick and ill give her 20 carrots/ Got these
niggas talkin like parrots/ lookin over my shoulder. how should i kill em
today/the benz or the rover/ Ima god like hova/ sippin novascotha/ Ima shot
caller/ you could tell by my auroa/ Backpack full of pink kush thats that
dora explorer/ Got a bad bitch name Kora/ she a fukn freak she pop it from
the floor up/ Nigga u sick then throw up/ If not pour up
you aint no damn professor now thats a straight up confessor/ oh no nigga I
just placed you out on the spot,put you out like I put hoes on the sheets
with their legs spread out/ so bitch please be on the lookout/ im impressed
you calls yourself Chris Tucker? nigga you aint funny, yous a dummy, lookin
funny with a bigass tummy, ugh motherfucker/my flows speak tha truth like I
smoke 50 ounces of that dro while im blowing Os of that kush, while yo
bitchass murkin ass hides in the bush smoking crack
my ice on the kyrptonite my eyes have powers to make u die itll fake at
first but i know for a fact i can make it work and make u twirp into the
shadow and and vally of myth and come up to the sky and blast the rest
thats funny cuz in my other realm i have the depths installd like i did in
the best time of the marrows and the pharoahs were up and shedding trading
all there shit for medding cuz my time is fading u better start begging or
my ass is on the winning over all the things that existed
Rizzy playin like Chucky, but Im the one with cheese, I lock down the
FREEstyle, but you can't fuck with these/ I am St. Louis reppin, better get
your ass steppin, This a no rehearsal verse, and I see the actors preppin/
No backstage passes, I like to hit it from the front, Flow fire on my lips,
like the wrong end of a blunt/ I see you on the track, call it death by me,
Lyrics hit you like a train, blow your mind out on the beat/ Haha how bout
that my dude? Watch these bitches steal my shit lol
dis beat, i spit on that shit/ yo girl, she spit on my dick/ fo' she sit on
my dick as im drivin yo whip/ no hands on da wheel both hands on da tits/
cant c the road bitch do a fuckin split/ wen ma dick cum, i kick her out
and split/ headed to the sto, get a couple spliffs/ roll up wit my homies
then its onto the strip/ club so these double Ds hoes make it stiff/ tell
em they cud fuck it in exchange fo sum piff/ bounce to drop yo car off fo
the po' on my dick/ run ya girl ova her head lv a dent
I see you but Iam good....I put that on my hood, its Rizzy not grizzy lets
get that understood. Get like me boi, I know you wish you could, Reply to
the free I wish a nigga would. Talkin bout a chokehold, nigga Iam too cold,
nigga Iam to bold, sipin SoCo, with a bad bitch, ass like Coco. No Ice T,
you know Iam nice b, you know you feel the free, you think Iam lyin ask
your girl she agress. I had her overseas, sayin papi please, I say por
favor and I had on her on knees. Beat me.....Child please
Young Grizzy got the most votes, but I'm the man to vote fo; See me at the
finish line, but you won't catch the slow pokes/ Keep you in a choke hold,
but I'mma let you breathe; I've never been a blood, but I crossed the seven
Cs/ We never been some haters, maybe need a little love, If you're into
wearing masks, then they fit you like a glove/ Grizzy say what's up, while
this page bids you goodbye Cause you didn't see me coming, like a jizzed up
in your eye/ DAYUM... Respect tho Grizzy lol
im good.......hella lit, i dont give a fuck;celibate, get in her mind; make
her sell a bit, chipped up;real niggas who im runnin wit, this shit slap
cutty;turn this shit up, cropped 20 pounds;so you kno we always lit up, 99
north; transport; plus a pick up, always plead the 5th;or you can get ur
face slit up, i be in the bay;maybe in the valley, 3 pounds 2 bitches;1
telly, wet towel on the floor;the treez on fire, keep sparkin like wires on
bald tires, get high an sip lean;im good-yp
Nah, I smoke that loud mothafucka/ Shit hit hard like blake griffin slammin
at the rucker/ I got that rush hour clip you can call that chris tucker/
But you wdnt know ntin bout that mothafucka/ Nigga you shoulda picked on
smbdy else/ I know when you writin this you was prolly feeling yaself/ But
Ima harvard professor 4th degree you just a book on the shelf/ Your flow
like cancer shit is bad for your health/ So i dnt even have to murk you,
shit you prolly kill yaself. Rizzy nigga
ah yea this makes a little sad but i can say ur on little sag yea a fag
that makes u gag but its come and hit u like a lag on game the king in the
pin will makeu ping in the ding no way its make it throu in the block way
it talks is gona hit side of the head and make it cock, ill pull trigger
and make the thing glock ull see light on top have the remorse will show
more course in the way of my time of this rhyme is on the chimes itll ring
ur head like the bell in the nine
yall nigas know i kill the flow with the glow mighty as the dough that
flows thoru ur house like glu but never come in as a foo all the punk ass
niggas knows no clue what love ha wtf is love? bitch ask u mom and dad wtf
is luv they'll give u a dub before they give u a hug so sniff up it make u
cake up til u rake up all the mess up when all the bullies hand u all the
money to get u baked up better show remorse to the one thats on the porche
oh wayt its just a horse
Im Ill Wit The Fuccin Pistol Bkangkin On Niggas Like Like Cracc Heads Love
Crystal Is Offical I Got My Fuccin Money Hoe Lacc On 4's Wit The Tinted
Windows 18's In the Truncc Come Around Yo Blocc Shakin Niggas Windows Seen
Terry Crews In The Club Dancin W Glowsticcs And A Whistle Man Thiss Shitt
Offical Haters On Youtube Mad cuz Wrist Glow , But Were Yo Bitch Oh
Nevermind That Question IAlready Now She At My House Up Side Down On The
Pole NAYBKHK67D . Im Gone
in the realms that i saw which u never saw happen its gona be up and sappin
and more i think about it its on my mind to the rappin so i get to leave
reality to the dissin all these brain dead ppl probably having misleaded
pupils open up and cleansed like a pebble that had seethrough nickels
better peace the wrestle or ill end it like i did to ur riddles find ur
real peal then maybe ull see the sheol kneel then lets see when the meal
opens for ur deal
dont bang but i put that on the set,grind house killn shit nigga wanna
beat,nigga run up ,beat i hit em with the tex,4 shots gone,now 4 in ya
chest,niggas know me ima GHE rep,and i been killn shit since fresh been
fresh,two twos on my coupe,call that white bitch lex,two twins in the back
say they lookin for some sex. freestyle by J.R. Rapper killed it check it
out if i get 20 likes ill make this my next mixtape song and video
Fuck all these wanna bees up in trees hiding in they nest its dark but the
light will progress through my rhyme patterns, leave you shattered like
matter mass left in scattered pieces your fatter than cake batter eating
reese's peices creepin like the ghost in the season of fall but call me if
your stalling im balling on the court my style is scorched in flames im the
same MC going for the fame blind to these lames.
tell em you aint heard tha way i flow , i been gone a couple days, yall
blowin up my phone, "iphone" thinkin its a rap beat ta gyro , iknow she be
far away , im on her mind tho, im so... cool widda fool that get calls cuz
balls , settin me apart from tha start i was hawdly juss a youngin in
discussion for tha illest yall couldnt tell me nothin, mind get an
abducton, yea my brain is unpluggin, thats a concussion,
woah get back mothafucka, loud mouth mothafucka/ damn shakin my head, u
aint got nuff bread watch yoself before yo body gets blasted wit lead, yeah
you rhymes so weak nigga you cant even speak nigga, you nuthin but a bleak,
you lacks motivation you prolly in the east dying of starvation, but I aint
trippinn I stay free dippin homie straight PIMPIN all the bitches be lookin
, straight cookin like a ,CHEF BOSS
honestly i'm a prophecy/ i don't talk shit all i do is cop the cheese/ so
when i shit on the beat there just aint no stoppin me/ probably grow a
whole colony of plants with a stench that would follow me but i dont take a
chance/ kick back like lance after he won the tour of france/ cause my arms
strong/ smokin that strong/ an it harms lungs/ but i carry on not worryin
bout the dawn u know geekins what im on
fuck bitch fuck a judge fuck a cop. niggas talk game then run fo they
glock. bruh just stop, spark up the chop. u aint tryna get left cold on the
block. ugh. young trill nigga rappin helladummy smooooov. fuck taylor gang-
smoke a blunt and a doooooob. Oo! heatin up but im still coo. keep talkin
mark nigga imma ice you. im that fly dude. yea that cry dude. but thas
ink.. not a tear on my eye foo.
Ughhhh....im rick ross having hard times on my bed, i cant see my penis or
the girl giving me head, Food over everything did you herd what i said, i
love jelly donuts an mustard on my bread, i need to lose weight but what i
lost was ma diet, mama said work out i said bitch quite, i love manhattan
lots of food in that city, if cops after me hid weed under my titties,
lmfaoooooo xD
Love me till I'm gone-by ASAP Kidd ft YG Hashmi (Musician kid.)
YG "Bickin' Back Bein' Bool Remix." feat. Mack 10, Big Wy, D.J Quik.
Big WY ripped that shit up and Dj Quik too, but fuck is wrong with mack 10
he trying to sound like B-Brazy what a fucking clown i cant even listen to
his verse
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