Real Rap

No Stylin Dude

REST IN BASS: ENCORE

CUTTHROAT

Why you wanna give something to me, boy, boy
When you had it before, you had the choice
Why you wanna get closer to me now, now
I don't wanna have you to hold me down

Before I go to sleep, gotta make sure I rub your feet and back
The way that pussy make me feel like I got attached
Say you leavin' me wanna know if you ever comin' back
Wanna eat you up, girl you know you my favorite snack

Ain't no double life with me, live once, like, fuck that
If yo, one plus one makes three or four or five
Then subtract me, you say I can make you feel good
Uh-huh

Bro, say he gon' pop these pills even if they fake bitch tryin' grab the dick
She grab a drac, I'm Mr. Always show up late, Bitch I'm stress out
Tired of this toxic energy, I'm tryin' to get intoxicated

As long as I show I'm locked in, twenty-four, seven, they gon' say I made it, aye
Had to realize I had to learn to be without my fuckin' bae
I will never never-show shame
At the end it fall on me, Ima always be the one to blame

I don't wanna lose my dreams
Of me ever changing your name
Drive in get no foul
Love it when you call out until you leave me in the house

My circle love money, if I ain't with you, that's when I'm out
You say you exhausted, I got some shit to talk about
I know things is finna change
We both been goin' insane

Can I sing for you today
Make the whole sky candy rain
Been stacking up for more jewels Me and Zo, finna go get Cuban links
Been so long since I beat that pussy up, fucked up the sheets

Before I go to sleep, gotta make sure I rub your feet and back
The way that pussy make me feel like I got attached
Say you leavin' me wanna know if you ever comin' back
Wanna eat you up, girl you know you my favorite snack

Ain't no double life with me, live once, like, fuck that
If yo, one plus one makes three or four or five
Then subtract me, you say I can make you feel good
Uh-huh

Feel Good Rmx Prod Zayskillz

Lyrics:

Dat boy he wanted to push up, 
take him to Sunday service
Cops at the front door,they got me stashin the drugs 
but I’m not even trippin ain’t nervous 
Think I’m too geekd up, got a few percs in my pocket, 
man fuck it I feel like splurging 

Must be the drugs that’s talking, I’m feelin too confident, 
I might js go for the layup 
You could be dead wrong, imma js stop with the argument,
shit really fuckin my head up

You was a prize pick, now my plays don’t hit bitch,
swear that this love shit dead 

Yeah

Geek up, boot up instead 
All of your lies they replay in my head 

Too gone, I mix the drank with the meds
You got me pissed off knocking some shit off,
A whole different story when you in that bed 

Yeah 

Tell me you mean what you said,
I might be confused but I’m js off a couple of drugs,
you mistaking me, fuck did I say?
Roll up da ganja it’s helping the pain 
Let’s just be honest, I can’t fuck wit lames 

Got a few good sluts that I treat like family 
you should Take off your shoes when you inside the Bentley 
gotta be piped up show me your blammer
gotta be shittin me, lower your standards 

I’m pourin pdp, pineapple Fanta 
Yyz on the back bring the baggage 
This my cup with the ice you can’t have it 
Like I told you hoe lower your standards 

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Dat boy he wanted to push up, 
take him to Sunday service
Cops at the front door,they got me  stashin the drugs 
but I’m not even trippin ain’t nervous 
Think I’m too geekd up, got a few percs in my pocket, 
man fuck it I feel like splurging 

Must be the drugs that’s talking, I’m feelin too confident, 
I might js go for the layup 
You could be dead wrong, imma js stop with the argument,
shit really fuckin my head up

You was a prize pick, now my plays don’t hit bitch,
swear that this love shit dead 

Dead

Geek up, boot up instead 
All of your lines they replay in my head 


Now I’m feeling nauseous, these pills got me way #outmybodi,
I take a next half to the head
I had to boss up, niggas don’t check no more, 
been told you that love that shit dead 

Know niggas that fell of js Cus of the banter
Know you fakin man what was the plan bruh 
I’m pourin pdp pineapple fanta 
Like I told you ho lower your standards

2 step (prod. tra)

Deji (@ayonodeji)

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