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hell of a guy - motive yaypes lyrics

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hail marry’s on the rosary piece, they way i’m heading/ i’m stealing these credit cards, partying gambling and betting/ sex with a pregnant women just to get it unprotected/ spitting in church, if you heard it, i probably said it/ the rumors confirmed too, you try living with the truth/ when your life ain’t a game, its just a trivial pursuit/
wait! fasten seat belts, trays up and bring the seats back/ i just dropped a punchline, ok bring the beat back/ feed back reaction and these critics doing back spins/ cause i rap about raping hobos in a crack den/ maxim, xxl and vibe banned me/ just cause i told some kids to try xanis/ miami love me cause i live that life of d-mnger/ work at chucky cheese and tell the kids that i’m a gangster/ i’m at sedanos just blowing an l/ while these old ladies telling me i’m going to h-ll/ i tell em

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no i ain’t ready to die/
they say in h-ll imma fry/
i live like i’m ready to die/
d-mn i one h-ll of a guy/

and no i ain’t ready to give up yet/
i tell em naw i ready to stop this shit/
i tell em i ain’t ready to give up yet/
i love sinning and i got some work to do/

ok i’m back up on my grind, that means pumping other n-gg-s women/ or steel sipping, that’d that 211 wine/ the love doctor who loves boppers, who love doctors, and come to think of it, your girlfriends due for a second time/ but don’t get it twisted, her visits all about her/ and i just checked out her tonsils, she needs a follow up exam/ oh see the front desk too, cause i prescribed and ointment/ and got her scheduled for 69 appointments/ h-lla jealous boyfriends, and annoying malpractice suites/ make me smoke j’s and trip off of wild cactus fruits/ yay on me payote and viles of crack to boot/ while i’m doing surgery in dress style khaki suites/ rogue surgeon with no person to operate/ till i pop pills like m&ms and saw dr.dre/ everyone i knows telling me to walk away but these pills i’m popping is telling me i gotta stay/ and

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look i’m an -sshole, yeah i’m world cl-ss/i give you daps but my hand is on our girls -ss/ you give her bracelets jewlery and dresses/ the only thing i got her was a pearl necklace/ you have a party the only thing i bring is nati ice/ i ask to see your weed, now your baggies light/ you ask me to leave, in staying half the night/ i’m with your b-tches taking pictures like a. satellite/ oh your raps are tight, i never give it mind/ next week i’m spitting it and say shit was mine/ i’ve never written rhymes, i just bite styles/ in fact i’m spitting one of your raps right now/ hit the pipe now, you need to pipe down/ i just met your girl, i’m trying to pipe/ we in the back room with all the lights out/ cause i’m a b-m with a rock star life style/

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- motive yaypes lyrics

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