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ion need a writer - infinity888 lyrics

[intro]
d*mn, the f*ck?
i’ma start hopping on these beats
red 40 in my cup, haha, uh, look

[verse]
ion need a writer i’m my own writer, mess with me you’ll end up in my rap cypher
i’m the ghost of your empire, i can pull a b*tch when i desire
i’m the most, i’m smoking on your over exposed, overdosed, ass
next time i get dissed i’m taking em’ to class, repping west coast
i’ll cook anyone i want, i could leave your favorite rapper curb stomped
take em’ on a journey, we’ll embark
i’ll rob him, her, that b*tch over there
if you rob from me, i’ll bring it over there
ain’t no one wants beef with a underdog
every time i do a somersault, i’ll give em’ some assault
i’m aiming at your head, i’ll put all the old people, children, and women to bed
i’m walking around rappad with my infrared
smoking so many packs, i need another cigarette
make a mosh pit, devour me in it, like the martians
i’m, smoking and thinking, and saying what the f*ck i been thinking
but this just the beginning, i’m committing like a committee
making money, spread it on my arm long as drizzy, i ain’t glazing what you be meaning
ion need a writer i’m my own writer, f*ck with me and i’ll bite you like a viper
in my dodge whip, doing donuts on your clique, spin your block
shooting at these n*ggas, no call of duty the way that i cl!ck
blow the sh*t up, boom boom b*tch
look at my girl, she stink i told her to “put perfume you stank”
i still love her, i’m just telling her what i think
95 on a highway, cops try to pull me over, i’m driving the wrong way
eating beef everyday, no gyro, turn yo’ n*gga to styro’
you got std b*tch and you have lypo, don’t snitch, no calling the popo
i’ll leave your head in a ditch, and the rest of your body under a bridge
his name alejandro, no kidding, no cap, ion rock with that
if me and your boys catching you cap, we’ll put caps in your back
you gonna go to the doctor, and maybe a chiropractor
he gon’ make it pop, like i did a drive by in the whip
we walking around the la strip, got a few tickets, and a new b*tch
i swear to got if i make you flinch, you been through h*ll, i can tell
my gun gon’ ring him like a bell, i’m not one of those greedy motherf*ckers
i’m real, and i’m tough, and i’m a speedy motherf*cker
don’t diss me just to diss me, you won’t get a response cause its cheesy
hate me or love me this rap sh*t getting
easy
[outro]
d*mn, uh huh, this rap sh*t getting easy, easy for real
huh, aye, b*tch!

- infinity888 lyrics

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