Can You Rap Like Me (Pt. 2)
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作词 : Michael Lamar White II/Chris King

作曲 : P.Soul

P. Soul on the track(I love Trippie Redd)

Yeah, big blunts, I like to roast up

Pussy get no love and no luck, I don't ****in' know ya

Chillin' with the gang, I like to post up

Get up off the block If I don't know you

You dealin' with some soldiers

I ride with the mother****in' pole, bruh

I ride with the mother****in' pole, bruh

I rise with the mother****in' pole, bruh

And you know a mother****er pop a sealy, pop a pilly

Pop a ***** head like Amoxicillin

I'm a villain, really don't show no pitty

I'm hot, saditty to these *******

*****, she hot and juicy, I'm hot and gritty

How you hot and ****ty? Wait

Cause **** hot, but you know your **** not

My **** make the whole city rock

And diddy-bop, I spit it off the *****-top

And if you don't like it, then **** *****,

Eat a itty-bitty **** (Yeah)

Eeny-meeny-miny-moe, catch a thottie by her toe

If I let her go, then I'll prolly **** another ho

(Snotty Nose Mafia, *****)

Stack of paper like a binder, she slimy, she not a rider

Her ***** got bars, who's your service provider?

Still searching for a lighter,

Too many that sound just like us

We get awarded for the likeness,

Get twenty plaques like Gingivitis

Got the touch like King Midas,

I eat the beat, I get the itis

Create-a-player, high ball,

It's like I turned up all the sliders

Okay, pop a sealy like Amoxicillin

When I pop the trigger, drop a *****

Then he shook his body like a Macarena

Mop a stranger, he was starin' straight,

Catchin' improper angles

God can't save you, slap my ***** from the back,

Call it Palm's angels

I bet when a ***** hop up, *******, they'll be all angry

I told Trippie three years ago that this game was ours, *****

Bathing Ape face mask like these rappers got sores, *****

I be in the background, you can see that I'm a star, *****

I got where I am being exactly who I are, *****

You ain't protected at the garage, out your car, *****

I'm the bomb just like a warhead, go to war just like a jar-head

Give this dog a bone and think

I wasn't gon' catch it like that **** was farfetched

Young ***** stayin' on point just like a bayonet

We rollin' top down, bummin' on the main street,

Then I sprayed the 'Vette

Just a young ***** but I been doin' it for so long

They gotta praise the vet

For my *****s on lockdown,

And the crimies that really plead the fifth

Pourin' lean inside the booth, yeah,

I am multitasking, make multi-millions

M-16 and blow up your blow-up mattress,

You know what's brackin'

作词 : Michael Lamar White II/Chris King

作曲 : P.Soul

P. Soul on the track(I love Trippie Redd)

Yeah, big blunts, I like to roast up

Pussy get no love and no luck, I don't ****in' know ya

Chillin' with the gang, I like to post up

Get up off the block If I don't know you

You dealin' with some soldiers

I ride with the mother****in' pole, bruh

I ride with the mother****in' pole, bruh

I rise with the mother****in' pole, bruh

And you know a mother****er pop a sealy, pop a pilly

Pop a ***** head like Amoxicillin

I'm a villain, really don't show no pitty

I'm hot, saditty to these *******

*****, she hot and juicy, I'm hot and gritty

How you hot and ****ty? Wait

Cause **** hot, but you know your **** not

My **** make the whole city rock

And diddy-bop, I spit it off the *****-top

And if you don't like it, then **** *****,

Eat a itty-bitty **** (Yeah)

Eeny-meeny-miny-moe, catch a thottie by her toe

If I let her go, then I'll prolly **** another ho

(Snotty Nose Mafia, *****)

Stack of paper like a binder, she slimy, she not a rider

Her ***** got bars, who's your service provider?

Still searching for a lighter,

Too many that sound just like us

We get awarded for the likeness,

Get twenty plaques like Gingivitis

Got the touch like King Midas,

I eat the beat, I get the itis

Create-a-player, high ball,

It's like I turned up all the sliders

Okay, pop a sealy like Amoxicillin

When I pop the trigger, drop a *****

Then he shook his body like a Macarena

Mop a stranger, he was starin' straight,

Catchin' improper angles

God can't save you, slap my ***** from the back,

Call it Palm's angels

I bet when a ***** hop up, *******, they'll be all angry

I told Trippie three years ago that this game was ours, *****

Bathing Ape face mask like these rappers got sores, *****

I be in the background, you can see that I'm a star, *****

I got where I am being exactly who I are, *****

You ain't protected at the garage, out your car, *****

I'm the bomb just like a warhead, go to war just like a jar-head

Give this dog a bone and think

I wasn't gon' catch it like that **** was farfetched

Young ***** stayin' on point just like a bayonet

We rollin' top down, bummin' on the main street,

Then I sprayed the 'Vette

Just a young ***** but I been doin' it for so long

They gotta praise the vet

For my *****s on lockdown,

And the crimies that really plead the fifth

Pourin' lean inside the booth, yeah,

I am multitasking, make multi-millions

M-16 and blow up your blow-up mattress,

You know what's brackin'

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