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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoLIke My Shit
They bite off of this 'cause they like my shit (Yeah)No fucks (d. a. got that dope, yeah)take offense, but you like that shitMy dad died (Aw) , he's still on my bad side (Haha)That's how I know that I'm back on my shit (How?)'Cause I'm that fly (Buzz, oh)Call me the Titanic (Why?)I been known to fuck up entire crews (Yeah)Treat your clique like tryin' on fitted hats (Fitted hats)I'm capsizin' you (Like a waiter)Like a waiter'd do with a tray of food, hatersyou cater to 'emI talk my shit, but I back it up, take the hateand I make it fuelNothin' else left to say or doGot dessert, a fork, plate and spoonMust've put my money where my mouth is'Cause I got my cake, and I ate it too, haha (Ate it, bitch)But they bite off of this 'cause they like my shitNo fucks, take offense, but you like that shitYeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeahYeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeahShe'll fight over dick 'cause she like my shitThey bite off of this 'cause they like my shitYeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeahYeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (Yeah) , yeah-yeah-yeah-yeahBitch, you got one television (One set)and the one that you have is cheap (Have is cheap)It's like when they test your blood (Test your blood)that shit is a plasma screen (A plasma screen)My house is like Alfred E. Neuman (Alfred E. Neuman)bitch, I got mad TVs (Mad TVs)I got a whole lotta issues (Whole lotta issues, prr)and MAD magazines (Prr)Turn the thermostat all the way up'sonly way you're gonna blast the heat (Blast the heat)Call you leisurewear like V-necksall y'all just casualties (Casualties)Critics I don't rap to please (Rap to please)they be like that brand of greens (Brand of greens)Label 'em Del Monte (Monte)'cause everyone you can't appease, yeah(Can't appease, haha)But they bite off of this 'cause they like my shitNo fucks, take offense, but you like that shitYeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeahYeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeahShe'll fight over dick 'cause she like my shitThey bite off of this 'cause they like my shitYeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeahYeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)yeah-yeah-yeah-yeahCame up in a world that never (What?)really gave a crap about me (Yeah)Two months my dad was outie (Bye)blew up, he bragged about me (Haha)Talk about seizin' the moment (What?)it's like I have the Lawry's (Yeah)I got jumped at Checkers (Rally's)but across the board, the game had to crown me (Yeah)Man, I swear this shit is a trip (Trip)similar to a family outing (When I look)When I look backat how these kid-kids in my class would clown meSaid I'm just a huge waste, wellthat must make these rappers beltsBecause now they all feel so smallthat they won't even wrap around meExpect me to give in like a sinkhole (What?)Stink, ho? Bitch, no, I don't think soLike Cool J, back to Cali (What am I, nuts?)Borderline nuts, but I have no boundariesIf you get in my way, I'ma bury yaLike a barricade around this areaThey call me the grand canal beCause I'll be damned if rap ain't damned without meKeep it a grand like a damn finaleCoup de grâce as I shot to superstardomWho'd have thought what my medulla-oblongatascrewed-up thoughts could do to toddlers?But I grew up on ramen noodlescombination of post trauma due to mamaGot me off my rocker, human lamabut everything is not hakuna matata (Nah)But I pour my heart into the ink in these lettersI tear you apart as I piece it togetherHow am I so sick if I keep getting better?Bitch, you ain't fuckin' with me at this everYou got no cheese and no cheddarYou need some yeast, at least get your bread upI hit your bitch up like Pactold her to please keep her head up (Head up, head up)'Cause she was suckin' my dick in the Jeep when we met upI show up like you just said speak of the devilThe devil is speaking, "Now shut up, " now shut up (Shh)I'm tryin' to take rappers heads off (What?)I'm out for blood like the Red Cross (Bitch)Turn your GPS off and get lost (Right)This TEC is not for no TED Talk (Brrt)But every word that come from my lip bomb like I'm ChapStickSeedy as a motherfuckin' compact disc, bombasticI'm ahead of my time and my watch fast, bitchI'm strapped, safety off that bitchHop back with this PapermateThe pen'll be the only thing I'm not cappin'Better quit your goddamn jaw-jackin' (Yeah)Used to write my raps on napkins (What?)Too much paper, now I'm stackin'And you can't take it like dog aspirin (Haha)Ain't alcohol, but I'm strong as itIf rap was liquor, this song has it (Yeah)So if you don't wanna get wastedThese ain't the kinda barsthat you'll wanna take shots at thenThey bite off of this 'cause they like my shitNo fucks, take offense, but you like that shitYeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeahYeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeahShe'll fight over dick 'cause she like my shitThey bite off of this 'cause they like my shitYeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeahYeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
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