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tokyo drift - johlrhys.t x caleb.therapper lyrics

[intro-johlrhys.t]
-talking-

[verse.1- johlrhys.t]
-whoo-
comin from the back
hurt like a heart attack
two n-gg-s stay clean
on a logic track
agitated
be waiting
my flows are slowly aching
underrated
they hatin
my flows are steady shakin
uh
the life and the soul
out a n-gg-
the silver and the gold
from a n-gg-
two rings two calls
who n-gg-?
oh wait it’s my old phone n-gg-

how you pull up on n-gg-s
with triggers
askin for their figures
when you know they
gotta work for their digits
yeah i’m running the game
call it 2k
mj n-gg- be ballin on these n-gg-s
pre emphasise it
rhyme it
try time it
face the race
don’t face the case
you waste of sp-ce
i hate to lose
ain’t being rude
but n-gg-
jt first place x4

[lead into 2nd verse- caleb.therapper]
jt first place? apparently
i’m a x4

[verse 2- caleb.therapper]
-whoo-
subliminal k!ller
dime stealer
get me on the stage
i’m a mic k!ller
holding fine figures
forra young n-gg-
turn vile k!ller
wit lyricism rid em of my ridiculous
riddles they fiddle for civil
but caleb coming in triples
and i’m hitting they heads
he turned for the meds
i turned to my pen
and pad
i’m glad
you made me mad a psychopath
trade life for raps
i’m where the vipers at
i work through nights no nap
no cap
i’m bout to slap
these rappers whack
i’m back attack
the slacks
the rat pack
on view
run through
homicide part 2
we ain’t even done too

take a breath my g
i got the recipe
pray to god
if you testing me
never get the best of
the best of me

holding my weight
woah
pulling my weight
outta my way
yah
i need merce
you want mercy
no i won’t say
caleb be great
yeah i be out testing my fate
n-gg-s is wit it
we grab it and k!ll it
don’t come in my range if you ever be fake

hold it hold it
stay the same
g o m d
like my name jermaine
they say i slay
on a daily ba –
sis
miss when she kiss
on the lips
but the girl is a misfit
skip the sh-t and hit the shift till the wheels skid
-skrrrt-
won’t chase this pace a racers lane
you hate the n-gg- like a racist game
i’m taking aim
k!ll the rappers
make it homicide
and take the blame

[outro- johlrhys.t]
-talking-

- johlrhys t x caleb therapper lyrics

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