Dads might be dead idk
J.F. Sawyer
GENRE
Slowly, so therefore i rap
She was wet off the bat
This the overdosage of lyrical rap
Came home shit is real manss still in the trap
Here come a technical rap
Make the fingers snap
I'm from the number one place on the map
I am the personification of rap
With this really awesome cuss rap
Den i put that ho on the welcome mat
The door crack, mans
Dont need consent to rap
If it's right tonight, i might bite that
Imma spit this angry rap
You, you, you have to pay for that
I was ten and it sounded like crap
Puts up with mum and dads crap
But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat
Okay quit playing with thе scissors and shit, and cut the crap
And if you got it you gettin wet, mans bеt on that
The door crack, mans
Ill just go back and deal with crap
Cause i'm kinda doing this badass crap!
Yeah see i let my mans hit that
Well, i can handle that
And dont go hatin on this crap
Better than the last stack of bull crap
I don't know why i'm even on this track
Nothing else matters, fuck all that other crap
But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that
Some manss ain't got no luck
Slap her ass, like i slap a puck
I gave that bitch a tiny little slap
So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black
Lord knows that four door fit eight women
I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun
If i could just see 'em, i'd give those bitches a slap
To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag
The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
On they twitter writing novels, see
Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty
See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Udc where he met my mother
So i find a girl and slap her
Ass fat, tap that put it on the ground
Suckas is talking like i ain't still around
Therefore before i end this short, i'll make tap like i'm randy couture
All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full
It's weak-ful, i don't preach! i tap keys to each beat!
My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
Drinking roc like its tap
She was wet off the bat
Love the game though this is coming from a different place
I just tap bitches, stack riches, slap and smack 'em, gaze in space
Yak! mother fucker, yak! pull the Glock back, finger tap
Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat
Cause you're the worst best girlfriend i ever had
Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldn't tap dat
And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that
Yak! mother fucker, yak! pull the Glock back, finger tap
She was wet off the bat
This the overdosage of lyrical rap
Came home shit is real manss still in the trap
Here come a technical rap
Make the fingers snap
I'm from the number one place on the map
I am the personification of rap
With this really awesome cuss rap
Den i put that ho on the welcome mat
The door crack, mans
Dont need consent to rap
If it's right tonight, i might bite that
Imma spit this angry rap
You, you, you have to pay for that
I was ten and it sounded like crap
Puts up with mum and dads crap
But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat
Okay quit playing with thе scissors and shit, and cut the crap
And if you got it you gettin wet, mans bеt on that
The door crack, mans
Ill just go back and deal with crap
Cause i'm kinda doing this badass crap!
Yeah see i let my mans hit that
Well, i can handle that
And dont go hatin on this crap
Better than the last stack of bull crap
I don't know why i'm even on this track
Nothing else matters, fuck all that other crap
But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that
Some manss ain't got no luck
Slap her ass, like i slap a puck
I gave that bitch a tiny little slap
So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black
Lord knows that four door fit eight women
I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun
If i could just see 'em, i'd give those bitches a slap
To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag
The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
On they twitter writing novels, see
Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty
See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Udc where he met my mother
So i find a girl and slap her
Ass fat, tap that put it on the ground
Suckas is talking like i ain't still around
Therefore before i end this short, i'll make tap like i'm randy couture
All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full
It's weak-ful, i don't preach! i tap keys to each beat!
My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
Drinking roc like its tap
She was wet off the bat
Love the game though this is coming from a different place
I just tap bitches, stack riches, slap and smack 'em, gaze in space
Yak! mother fucker, yak! pull the Glock back, finger tap
Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat
Cause you're the worst best girlfriend i ever had
Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldn't tap dat
And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that
Yak! mother fucker, yak! pull the Glock back, finger tap
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