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send me somebody - thatguybased lyrics

i give grapes and get raisins back
it’s hard enough to live already still they raise in tax
it’s like they trying to do the white thing and raze the blacks
while i’m trying to do the right thing and raise the black
and brown faces of america to face the facts
we’re prejudged from the start, f-ck a face of tats
about the money it’s no wonder youngins raising gats
on the chase to get the cheese so many team with rats
unknowingly, i wanna know no jodeci
is love enough to make a n-gga trust ho with ease
is love enough to make a n-gga drop down to his knee
and give a ring to the freak who freaked his whole team for free
and forget the way she say she suck d-ck from day to day
to find a warm place to stay because she has no way to pay
the bills on time she would rather get high
than get dressed and wait in line for welfare or get a job
she have kids they getting robbed for their childhood
stressing over mama and her drama boy that’s how i spent my childhood
i‘m done with that pick it up and run with that
i ran fast book bag full of cash didn’t fumble that
you ask for $.75 and a p-ss you a dollar
i swear to god boy i better get my quarterback
i’m cheap about mine i don’t keep a glock nine
but i’ll cop one to pop you and your people about mine
one to the head if you speak about mine
you a rat, hot lead’ll make you squeak behind mine
if i’m lying then be glad i only speak about mine
if i’m lying then be glad i only speak about mine
back on my rap sh-t, yeah it’s been about time
they say boy i’m glad you back, man, it’s been a long time
laid it down for my fam, that’s what i call manning up
had they gave me new timbs, woulda did that sh-t standing up
but they gave me a bic so i did that sh-t writing down, my plans for success
and how to celebrate my touchdown and raise h-ll for the years i missed
i heard paroles a b-tch
so ima rub her feet and eat her -ss until she suck my d-ck
ima l!ck her p-ssy and pay cash until she let me hit
one way or another i don’t plan to see the pen again
one way or another i don’t plan to see the pen again
penning pictures in prison, just tryna perfect my penmanship
picturing days of cash purchases at foreign dealerships
now how ironic, n-ggas always want the freshest whips
talking bout crackers, but we cracking heads to get em
so they give us 40 acres on the yard
we the mules
wrapped in chains, it’s a shame, some lame brains think it’s cool
f-ck n-gga, you a fool
but who am i to call you so
if i was made in his image am i wrong for judging a ho
no
but either way it’s homies over them
until it’s time to bust a nut, then all the homies disappear
love boning sl-ts, sl-ts who love getting boned from rear
not cause missionary is a no
it’s cause i don’t want moan in ear
it’s cause i don’t want b-tch to feel like
she can kiss my lips inside an hour of me meeting her
took 5 to put my meat in her
then 45 minutes of bbbbeatin her
she hid my keys and it took 15 minutes to find em
and tell her why i wouldn’t sleep with her
that’s f-cked up

- thatguybased lyrics

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