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Papoose – Victory

Papoose
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исполнитель Papoose

длительность 03:43

размер 8.52 MB

битрейт 320 kbps

загружено MC.Searcher

Victory
03:43
If i made a title that offend the whole industry Would yall all say my title in your interviews? If i came out dissin everyone of yall Would i sell as much records as these other dudes? If i said i was retiring but never left Woulda yall all show me love when i came back? If i ran the streets for the past two years Would you respect me or would yousay fuck pap? Yo where my thugs at? Cock ya guns back My headphones ain't loud yo turn up the track Ok bump that Homie i run rap I add on to the game you niggas subtract Yo where my bloods at? Throw it up blat Yo where my cuz at? He cut you cut him back They said they tough cats But they some rugrats I drop em off on the block and make them pump packs Only a couple stacks He tried to duck pap I sent a shot at his ass And told him duck that X2 Ayo bump that Bump this Stay hot Whats this He broke He rich Homie we run this This a new era Your heart pumpin in fear 2007 the god number is here The stronger i become the more yall weaken So when im at full power your gonna be a weaklin If my heart still beatin And my lungs still breathin My brain still thinkin Ain't none of yall eatin Over my dead body and my blood still bleedin Ima rap rebel Clap a black metal Look into my eyes and realize what pap symbol Lies but wise got pride is that visual Nah i dont slap high five with you Hot side guys Its not my vibe You just not my size I cock my 9 Cats got 9 lives get shot 5 times I cock pistols and blast clap missles Black its that simple X2 Bump that Bump this Stay hot Whats this He broke He rich Homie we run this This a new era Your heart bumpin in fear 2007 the god number is here The cops keep printin me Each of them bums Bendin up my index finger and squeezin my thumb Im lookin at him hoping he get it done The new printing machines in the precent is dumb Through the speakers i come With the weed in my lungs You ever ran into ya enemy deep in the slums? They scheming on you And you schemin on them Then you realize the nigga who you be wit is one Hell of a big pussy why you beefin wit son? He keep tappin you Tellin you they reached for a gun But he lying just lookin for a reason to run Ever catch you on the block Slingin dem chums I beat you like them african boys be beatin them drums Why would i start eating with them and they starvin Might as well say im feeding these bums I dont like them niggas I be talking greasy to them They say pap a slick talker That boy got grease on his tongue Im the real beast from the east and im not done The most official spitting the swift musician Thats if you listen Its a simple mission If his crew missin its his decision Cuz my intuition end a vision Its benefiting all my men and women Who doin bids in a mental prison But if you wishing to get the griping since you tripin We gon blast till its the end of class With quick collision Cut you from ear to ear Give incisions Eat your food like its nutrition Fuck up ya wig like sick beauticions I can give you wisdom Cause its tradition But if you dissing I can switch positions Put missles in him with quick presicion I don't care if its linen or if its denim I grip the lemon Squeeze hit em my enemies Rip em wit venom in em Likely to hit the ism after i send you spinnin
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