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filthiest aka lesslowwitt!! - tanya morgan lyrics

[intro]
n-gg-s i tought would be know what this is tough
nah, like for real man
i ain’t gotta to explain that sh-t to n-body man

[verse 1: donwill]
gotta voice and i’mma use it
my n-gg- told me choose a
side, pick one, have not have some
what have i become? lord have mercy
ths starving artist sh-t is played hungry and thirsty
we’re not worthy, my bad you ain’t
whatever i wanna do, i can, you can’t
“wasn’t it one more of you? d-mn what’s dude’s name?”
f-ck, i’m drawing a blank um

[verse 2: ilyas]
ilyas, really i’m still part of the familia
girls scream my name like i’m beetlejuice
“will you be my lydia?”
i pity i’m not digging you, out
then getting rid of you, now
i’d rather catch a nap than chance catching chlamydia
not trying to be the riddler
but i would love if you would leave me
alone when i’m on the microphone don’t try to critique me
just greet me, with a welcoming ear
we’ll always be out front
but our peers are welcome to their rear
hear cheers

[verse 3: von pea]
more rapping about rap from the morgans
somewhere posted where i’m the one foreign
talking to one of the queens daughters
she was like “i’d pay a milli to see you work in them close quarters
in the middle of bed stuy, writing rhymes spitting fly
same city where talib spoke of getting by”
i replied homes where i carry it, whether i’m out in farragut
or rocking pro tools at the marriott

[verse 4: donwill]
i’m tryna be great, living out a suitcase
same show, different stage barely even know what day it is
but i know my fee
and i know if i don’t see it then they won’t see me
a punk promoter get the poker? what up steve
you’re never broke if they owe you? word up?! please
i digress, i’m chillin’ at the crib baking chicken
waiting on my next shipment adidas or rocksmith b-tch

[verse 5: ilyas]
and the chickens always b-tching
’cause we itching to get missing
’cause my mission was get friction
with addiction switch positions
nope no kissing
now i’m living very different
no religion but i’ve given up the life
i lived inside that mental prison
third eye vision
now i’ve risen higher elijah
messiah, he firey like a dragon
until i retire, i’m not bragging
speaking truth to you oompah loomps
scoop you up with a p–per scoop
remember tm will always be that super group

[verse 6: von pea]
while the rest of y’all still hating on the south
i was at the waffle house with the red carpet out
all-star breakfast, gone off plenty gin
nah i’m past 21, old enough to get it in
i’m like jada first bar off of benjamins
even with n-gg-s rapping over me
i’m eyeing my groceries
making eggs while she fixing her hosiery
you n-gg-s is ctrl + c
so how you think you gon’ compete?

[verse 7: donwill]
swerving through san fran, listening to sandman
tryna find a spot where we can post and park the tour van
cop a pair of newer vans, grab some grub and wi-fi
treat a n-gg- city like his crib and just slide by
scrolling through my timeline for side eye or high fives
to find out i got recognized off in five guys
crazy ain’t it, my life? now wait a second while i
transform from superstar to ordinary.. voilà

[verse 8: ilyas]
haha, abracadabra
laugh at you rappers backhand
slapping you backwards
nothing after this chapter my man
the aftermath is like j-pan
soundwaves crashing your land
your mami tsunami’d on my salami i do what i can
you compressed concentrated booty -ss in a can
ask the genie in the bottle ’bout the bird in my hand
i flip 2 to the bush, middle finger s-x
f-ck you twice come menage with disrespect

[verse 9: von pea]
no ident-ty crisis
this ain’t a concept this is my real life
which has had its own hurdles, trying to get off of myrtle
and get it off me
the hood will have you thinking you don’t deserve what you need
i’m ready to look out of my window and see trees
and if that ain’t funny to you we share the same dream
f-ck going to the incinerator and seeing fiends
i’m coming after my things and bringing the whole team
lessondary!

[outro]
alright, ok ok, let’s slow it
alright, ok ok, let’s slow it

- tanya morgan lyrics

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