Rella

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I fucked this flow
 This is my electronic press kit, hot as some fresh shit
 Nigga recollect bitch, grow grey hairs, don't stress it
 I text message, messages to fuckin' estrogen
 She lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather vans
 Cause I never am purchasing, reimbursing your currency
 Put your body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets
 Heard she sweet, she Hershey's sweet but me I'm extravagent
 Hop on the bandwagon kid, I'm about to tell you some tragic shit
 The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw
 Bitchs shit in my draws like you piss in my draws, nigga my dick's in her jaw
 I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the apple
 Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple
 Fuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle
 Nigga, Genghis Khan mansion, we the Marilyn Manson
 Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons
 African drugs for when the champ come
 Suicide watch nigga, kill yourself
 Opposition who? Nigga reveal yourself
 How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?
 Splinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth
 Wolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking best
 I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest
 Please let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread
 Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head
 Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig
 Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead
 Oh shit your bitch, look at how I'm doing you
 Bitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful
 Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews
 Is why this so cool? You niggas are so unusual
 Wolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to
 Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops
 The fortress is fortified (bitch)
 Money in my pockets like I'm 45, Hodgy Beats recording live
 Bitch I be surely high and I don't need wings to fly
 I'm the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Domo Genesis
 Knock-knock, who's there?
 It's me, your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick (What?)
 I killed that pussy and grabbed that knife
 Now I got real authentic cheetah print shit (Nigga, you're a liar)
 Nigga don't believe me, kiss your lady
 And boy, you're gonna get those heebie jeebies?
 Nigga my dick stay way disease-y, I make it look easy
 51-50, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?
 (5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?
 I bet you got some J-Kwon, you ain't got no fuckin Yeezy?)
 Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' Looney
 See these girls talkin' all that shit (What?)
 I'm just tryna see some tits (What?)
 Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes
 Out this bitch like hokus pokus
 And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles
 And met up with bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples
 Then my dick went limp so, took about 3 pills of Extenzo
 Now my dick's longer than a 5 door limo
 Harder than a soft right hook from kimbo on PCP and cilantro
 When I'm with your bitch I'm like, "Where my dick go?"
 Now she think I'm 'bout to eat her hole
 Enchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada
 It seems that I'm product placement but not I'm just fuckin' awesome
 Yo mama look like a ugly, loser
 

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Duration
03:11
Key
4
Tempo
139 BPM

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