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rappity rap rap - bubba ken lyrics

i need that p*ssy in moderation, can’t come over i need concentration, leave my sh*t at your place my drink in your fridge, feel so right when you lean on me, feels so nice when i feed the beast, tidal wave it gon lead escape, trying to leave this place. how’ve we’ve come so just to feel this ego, feel this envy now. how we gonna raise these kids when behaviour raises questions like is my palate distant? are my values missing? cl!cking and judging like i ain’t slim i ain’t buff enough, my papеr lack, my girl ain’t bad enough. see i can’t play nice with your agenda peeking through, fakе woke sjdub seeking attention, seeking a mention, your days spent yelling at strangers, life must be exhausting now, while i focus energy on recipe, penmanship, kind of nice how i shift place to place talking day*to*day slice of life how i paint the page. don’t promote no image got head on straight only flex in respectable ways, impeccable taste, my instincts point you, can’t convey, but i need the chase. how you shoulder pain, how you show distain, spill your heart while rain hit window pane. what you shared with me afraid of how i would view, saying on most days you feel empty, that it’s embarrassing to say sh*t like that. man, i love when a woman get real like that , and how you still live your life, how it show your strength, infatuated let me pick that brain, we could reach the sun count the sums, i just don’t wanna fly too close burn to crisp. forgot who i am, here to vent, don’t detest on a bible verse how you live, what light you shed. is it control you want or a heart to mend. i carry chip i pay my dues adversity i take to chin. i feel this pain, blend my coat, shift terrain till i get my way. i see big sis and how they do, hang my jersey like this ain’t it. got to stay the course, ain’t a rapper, i just dabble some got a couple sons how i come with puns i’m too much fun. you were grown adult bad with words unsure of how to stand where to place a hand. if you need some help you can cite my raps, walked this water how i change in shape tryna define my word but can’t envision me making flips buying dips working shifts tell him like my boy till i break a hip. she like my voice, she like the hook, she like this d*ck the way my tongue fl!ck her cl*t. i’m a channel elon musk because they gonna hate the vision, they gonna hate every quarter because i alpha up, they missing out, they look away when i triple dub, yeah i flirt a bit, drop of 50 piece on your favourite rapper, so try not to get too crazy when you talk on me

- bubba ken lyrics

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