Fuck love it gon take more to convince me, that you wit me

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(My original intent for making this song was to show that it wasn't hard to make a hype song about nonsense. But in the middle i got to real and a little sad and now we got... this ? Hope you enjoy.)
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 Lyrics:

I let it bang, let you hang, catch a motherfucking fuckin cap.
I let it rain, on these bitches that be grindin on my lap.
I'm 17 with an attitude, put me on the map.
I swear to god i'll tear it up like i'm london on the track. x2

Try to stop me, get stepped on
you motherfuckers are slept on.
You feelin bad? Need a pep talk.
Outline yo dead body w chalk.
I hate the way that you walk,
I hate the way that you breathe.
I might jus kick in your teeth.
The way you lookin at me.
It got me feelin malicious, you know that i'm bout my buisness
you know my niggas is vicious, we know you actin suspicious.
An you gon meet the clip, you gon need to dip, crash yo mother-
fuckin whip on the way out of yo crib.

What got you shook? What got you worried?
We see that you in a hurry.
What you runnin for?
What you been gunnin for?
You aint got no-one to feed, you aint got no fuckin needs.
Got yo girl upon my D, she live to please a fuckin king.

Take a step in my brain, you couldn't handle my pain
I'll show you that i'm insane. Now holup let me explain.
I'm talkin killin my ex's, im memorizin addresses.
I'm stackin up on defenses. I'm boutta catch me a sentance.
I'm fuckin honing my senses. Take fuckin lines off my dresser.
They say that i'm an aggressor, and what you do to impress her
I do asleep. Try to copy me cause you a sheep.
Wishin you could ride upon my wave.
Like you on my level.
Bitch i'm workin for the devil.
These thoughts are plaguing my mind
I'm shakin and fuckin cryin 
I'm fuckin breaking inside.
I wish i could fuckin die.
You wouldn't last up inside.
Don't act like its a suprise.
You overwhelmed by your pride.

I'll stab you in the neck but still cry every night.
I got these scars upon my legs from fuckin playin wit knifes.
A constant state of dissaray i'm stayin up every night.
I'm countin down until the days i take my own fuckin life.
I'm sayin stay out my lane, you better take my advice.
Cause i'm just sayin it once, and i aint sayin it twice.
I'll sell your soul to anybody who can lay down a price.
I'm layin in my bed slurpin on these noodles an rice.

Cause i relapsed again, hit japan countin yen.
Stack my bread, crash a benz
never cared what they said
Bitch i'm 17. and i'm hella mean.
Stack n countin green. Catch me on the screen.  (bitch... i think thats good.)

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LYRICS:

Like I’m Bakugo, turn they soul to fuckin smoke
Bitch I’m boutta pop, bitch you know I’m boutta blow up
Only need these hands I don’t need no fuckin pole 
Once I get a grip, I might blast yo fuckin dome up x2

Why you packin, you ain’t bout that action 
Fuck yo bitch I’ll blow her back in
Why you mad but not attackin
Pussy boy I’ll send you packin 

Im the best, no doubt about it
Competition live without it
You just mad cause I’m too rowdy 
Bitch get back I’m really bout it


Head down on the ground, you don’t want these hands around you 
Nitroglycerin i’m sweatin, blastin off I’m bound to.
Rushin, there ain’t no hiding yous a pussy if you down to
If you try to hide you gon be begging once I’ve found you.

IM THE BEST, AINT NO HERO BUT ALWAYS BEEN VET 
NIGGA IF YOU GOT AN ISSUE AP SHOTS UP TO YO NECK
I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT NO ONE ILL SAY IT NO REGRETS
BITCH IM ONLY HERE FOR ME IM AT THE TOP AND YOULL RESPECT

GRENADIER BRACERS ON MY WRIST, IM ABOUT TO PULL THE PIN
COME AT ME WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT OR IMA MELT OFF ALL YOUR SKIN
HOWITZER IMPACT IF IM PISSED, BITCH I TOLD YOU IMA WIN
BITCH GET BACK BEFORE I BLAST, I SAID I'LL DO IT WIT A GRIN

Like I’m Bakugo, turn they soul to fuckin smoke
Bitch I’m boutta pop, bitch you know I’m boutta blow up
Only need these hands I don’t need no fuckin pole 
Once I get a grip, I might blast yo fuckin dome up x2

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