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here i come - defnotbio lyrics

i am a king up in my palace
you know that i get it poppin’ like i’m alice
this artist paints a picture with his talents
this rappin’ ain’t a f*ckin’ challenge
i’ll body any one, and any beat, come and get a casket
i really don’t give a sh*t, i’m bussin’ b*tch, like p*rno clips
like he got the sauce he gonna drip, strap just like a belt got it round my hip
get wet if he trip, f*ck it give him the slip
get bagged like some luggage, i’m baggin’ these hunnids’, i’m cold like a summit, nick cannon i’m drummin, get bust when i’m comin
i am too hot yo b*tch blew me down, she don’t miss you when you outta town
don’t f*ck with i will wet you up til you drown, i fell in love with that sound, come on and try it now, get served like a pound
hoppin’ on tracks like a hound, i could make cujo look like a b*tch
aunt vivian the clip, i mean i’ll switch up that b*tch, and start unloadin’ quick
you know the new dude saucy like some pasta, like a pick i’m posted up with my shottas, we janitors with the moppas, take off ya toppas, candy man yo b*tch be with the monster
i got her hooked like a fish, she givin’ you a fit, i’m givin’ her this d*ck, we lit like a bic, when i’m done, i kick her out, i’m not sorry b*tch, two guns on my hip, i’m shootin’ both of them b*tches on some icarly sh*t
i’m ballin’ with the guns in my stash like i’m harvey b*tch, i can’t f*ck with n0body, they be quick to tell some sh*t, and if they do then i’m harry potter, grab that stick and chase a snitch
come on i do this with ease, sayin’ that i’m trash, man who you kiddin’ please
i’m not yo baby momma, enough with that drama, in my future i’m f*ckin’ up commas, me and sl just tryna chase a bag, man shouts out to sl i got yo back
talkin’ down on the squad and that will be yo last, learn how to keep up with the pack, change how you act, i promise you will get whacked
they though i was a p*ssy til like a dyk*, i showed up with that strap
if i’m rollin’ like dice then im shootin’ like cr*ps, will he ever calm down on a track, maybe, perhaps, when you give him his bag, if you run up i will blast, empty the clip, reload that b*tch, and give him so more like he taxed, they say that he needs to relax

- defnotbio lyrics

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