Ft StarSwagg - Lie to Me

lyrics

your musics wack couldn't rap even if you try
I wouldn't put you on a hit list if you want to die
you just a homeless bum no Homie (no home me)
I clap you in your weenie legs just bologna (below knee)(get it? weenie=bologna)
your chicks a stepping stool cuz she below me (blow me)
you a drizzle Im a typhoon when I blow trees
Im not done stepping on this faggot leperchaun
treat your bitch like tomorrow i just later on (lay her on)
fuck her in her gap teeth
then make her shit herself when i stuck it in her ass cheek
I treat the bitch like last week
couldn't give a shit even if she fucken past me
I hate you faggot you're whole dam family
you grandma look like she invented obesity
no we can see that she don't need to eat
you need to put a lock on that fridgerator B
she's the reason people starving causing world hunger
when she step on a scale it gave my phone number
this pussy feels tight cries when he sees knuckle
I'ma smoke you when I hit you in your chimneys (chin knees) buckle
I fuckin chuckle my lyrics are so viscous
a present (presence) deadly like dynamite on christmas
I had had to finish cuz Cyst miss to kill Trip
Add me to UD and Em we be triplet
you frontin you know you like the cock gaaaaay
how you gangsta when you ask what the fox say
with your payless shoes couldn't even rock J's
you either gangsta or not but never part way
have you ever even seen a shark's face
this fuckin little guppy just became shark bait
I'll cross your face with an ax and wear it like a mask
blood spilt like axe in a fucking maxi pad
your spine ripped out your back reshoved it up your ass
fucking laugh to many ways to skin this Cat
and after many months I'm finally here for battle rap
yo Shadowville.... I'm Baaaaaack

 

vs Trippie Hippie

Written, produced, recorded, and mixed by Paris Randall.

Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Got a penny for your thoughts, alright,
Got a penny for your thoughts, ooooh,
Got a penny for your thoughts, alright,
Got a penny for your thoughts, ooooh,
Got a penny for your thoughts

[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah
thoughts in your head
About gettin' thots in your bed
Bust one, smoke one, Indo-bread, uh
Then can a nigga get some indoor head
In Seattle, the City of Rain,
Been around the block, played plenty of games
I done heard a lot of girls say many-a-thing
and then do something different like they done forgot errything
And it's not anything, it's not complex
Everyman alive has a thot process
Is it love in the air? Is it just hot sex?
And you're just a hot mess if you're not honest
I've dodged some bullets, caught some others
Happy some of these thots is not mothers
Your mind draws a blank, dot, dot, dot
Hey! We can share some thots with each other, ah

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Uh, here's my 10 cents, my 2 cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?
Got love for every woman that accepted me
This one's for those who disrespected me
Then they see me come up, now they wanna run up
Their feelings might get shot down, they might wanna shut up,
Hold up, If you made a baby at a ho-down
Ain't it likely that you gonna raise a hoe up?
Uh, watch out for Cupid and his crossbow
'Fore you fall for somebody very thot-ful
Ain't that girl used to work down at that brothel?
Left the West Side and then moved up to Bothell?
Used to f*** with that cat who had pants saggin'?
Fell off, now she wanna jump on my bandwagon
After I Marshawn Lynch-ed my way through whole teams (Aye)
Made it to the other side, now I got a ring

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Got a penny for your thots, might even give you two
We know you'll do anything for a TV interview
We all heard about what happened up with you up in that room
I heard they ran trains like "choo-choo-choo-choo-chooooo"
You say who knew? But I ain't trippin'
Shout out my niggas Soo-Wooin' , and my niggas Crippin'
I know you dealt with a lot of lames but this nigga different
I'm knowin' when hoein' is hoein' and pimpin' is pimpin'
And it ain't all your fault, just a symptom of the system
We all conditioned to live in, lies and Tru Religions
We ain't Sporty Thievz but we don't want no pigeons
Who flock to any coupe that's sittin' on 20 inch rims
This is it, and I ain't Michael Jackson
But the facts up on the track give me a mild satisfaction
And I ain't gon' sit here like I'm in the right
S*** I'll be back in the club on Friday night, alright

[Chorus]

Thots

Ft StarSwagg - Lie to Me

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