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shemale (freestyle) - f. spitta lyrics

[intro]

she, she, she
ima l!ck her b-tt cheeks

[verse 1: f-spitta]

jaheir said i don’t have a rapping voice
well i was born with this sh-t, i ain’t never had a choice
but i could choose to be the best rapper, not a loser
your girl on my d-ck, ima pick her like a booger
used that sh-t in athletics, use it again
cuz, i’m not a loser you know i was born to win
but, rapping like frank ocean
the best rapper i’ll leave you in the ocean
you talk sh-t, but n-gga you don’t know sh-t
the best rapper cuz i do this, everyday

[verse 2: f-spitta]

this is all i do in my room
while i was getting high off them shrooms
me and mukhtar, smoking on that joint
break you n-ggas in your joints
then i burn your f-cking bones
go to your funeral, then your f-cking home
tell your f-cking mom, that you ain’t coming home
cuase you got burnt off like a f-cking phone
i mean, just like a f-cking cigeratte
your girl on my d-ck, cuase she saying that she stick with that
always saying sh-t about girls being on my d-ck
cuase it’s the truth, true sh-t it’s explict and uh
my mind is kinda crazy, my eyes are getting lazy
uh, my j’s are fly, you can tell that there’s some haze in my eyes
cuase, i can’t see now
see that’s an arrow pointing down and around

[verse 3: f-spitta]

and yes, take a pause one more time
cause i’m coming on this sh-t, no its not a f-cking crime
coming i ain’t talking ’bout the white stuff on my d-ck
your girl always wanna wipe stuff on my d-ck
she always wanna spit on it, yeah she suck it
do this sh-t, yeah i do it like mclovin
came up on it and i eat it like a m-ffin
yeah, you know i stay stunnin’, like i stay getting money
but i’m saying f-ck conner gray, i mean i’m sorry
i’m just tryna play this like a game, atari
yes, if your a 90’s boy you understand that sh-t
but, f-ck the fanboys
f-ck you if you just listen to me if i blow up
i’m the best rapper and i do this with no chucks, no love

[verse 4: f-spitta]

do it in vans, paper coming quick, i hope you understand
uh, recording with audacity
and i just stay mad at myself, cause i stay mad at me
i’m the best rapper and i harvest while i eat
(harvest, harvest) yeah, and you know i go the hardest (and, uh)

[skit]

yes, get that metronome on
jaheir, you boutta hit this sh-t?
this n-gga ja, tryna get grown
(am i gonna downgrade this?
the speakers too loud)

[verse 5: young jayy]

hardest and the farthest, you know i’m going in
looking born to win
they talking ’bout bongs, i’m talking bout thongs
get them girls naked, take them to the lair (take it f-ckin off!)
don’t be f-ckin scared
it’s just young jayy, ordinary day
rapping extraordinary, n-gga don’t play
tryna play with me, tryna compete
after that you see that skeet, on her feet
on her face, they call me f-ckin’ ace
acurate, yeah i do it, like a f-ckin slate
n-ggas late, they won’t f-ckin make it
young jayy don’t take sh-t, take this
i don’t want it, i don’t want this
rap isn’t my sh-t

[outro]

(muhktar, you ’bout to go back in bro?
(no, no, no)
popeyes, i eat that
kool-aid, i drink that
don’t get that off that video, get your own sh-t
alright, alright, alright
go, go, go, offbeat
okay we’ll all do one

p-ssy, i eat that
d-cks, they suck that
b-tches, i love that)

- f spitta lyrics

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