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oh you rap 2? - tyrone briggs lyrics

think it’s time to end all this bullsh*t
sh*t’s gettin’ real wack

what’s up?
oh, you rap too? n*gga, what the f*ck?
what’s up?
oh, you rappin’ now? n*gga, what the f*ck?
what’s up?
oh, you rap too? n*gga, what the f*ck?
what’s up?
oh, you rappin’ now? n*gga, what the f*ck?

honestly, these n*ggas is too lame to be competition (ayy, ayy)
honestly, these n*ggas is too lame to be competition (ayy, ayy)
honestly, these n*ggas is too lame to be competition, go

they make dope songs
they wear dope sneaks
bet you if i punch him in his face, a n*gga shattered ’cause he so weak (baow)
real n*ggas runnin’ ’round the hood actin’ like some copycats (b*tch)
hearin’ of a n*gga say swag, everybody go and copy that
swag, lame sh*t (word)
everybody sound like the same sh*t (word)
everybody wanna be the main pick
if you dope, say what’s really on your brain, b*tch
what happened to bein’ creative and spittin’ hot flows to make bad b*tches change up? (huh?)
this is shame how this game, it done change up
brainwash the world, now they remain stuck (d*mn)
not me (no), not me (no)
a.r. yum not sloppy (nah)
statin’ the ink be the posse
f*ck around and cut you down like shop meet (ha)
what happened to fights on the streets?
rather the lames gettin’ hype on the beat (what happened?)
what happened to preachers that preach?
most of them psychos, touchin’ on cheeks (don’t believe in)
this world is sick, this world is sick
nowadays, i don’t know which girl to pick (nope)
pick her then she pick him
and then pick her after she scroll on d*ck and then kiss you (sl*t)
crying, talkin’ ’bout she miss you
but back to these lame*ass rap n*ggas
bars they be spittin’ be pitiful
what’s up?
oh, you rap too? n*gga, what the f*ck?
what’s up?
oh, you rappin’ now? n*gga, what the f*ck?
what’s up?
oh, you rap too? n*gga, what the f*ck?
what’s up?
oh, you rappin’ now? n*gga, what the f*ck?

honestly, these n*ggas is too lame to be competition (ayy, ayy)
honestly, these n*ggas is too lame to be competition (ayy, ayy)
honestly, these n*ggas is too lame to be competition (ayy)
honestly, these n*ggas is too lame to be competition, go

what’s up? you in the entertainment? what’s up?
you wanna be an actor? (what’s up?)
you wanna be famous? (what’s up?)
you wanna be a rapper? (huh?)
everybody wanna be a f*ckin’ model (right?)
everybody wanna be a producer (right?)
yeah, n0body wanna be your d*mn doctor (nah)
meanin’ ain’t n0body gonna have a future
loser (loser)
leave it to the n*ggas that been doin’ it, doin’ it to the max
spittin’ everything that they doin’ in true fact
if you ain’t tryna do it but music then move back (back)
move back for the two cats but them goons back
and the tune’s clapped
n*ggas [?] to that
all y’all n*ggas rap about is swag, swag, swag, swag
how the h*ll is dope when you rap about the same sh*t? (ahh)
so i keep in base sh*t
the only swag rappers that i hang with is bobby two fleece sweaters on it change ricks
rest of these motherf*ckers ain’t sh*t (nah)
f*ckin’ up the game on some lame sh*t (right?)
couple of you would never n*ggas chase sh*t (right?)
followin’ a model only poppin’ bottles of moscotto
’cause y’all n*ggas really be on drakes there
sh*t
get a grip, fam
mellows hot, now n*ggas mixed fans? (huh?)
rack how y’all n*ggas in the mix, fam
well, back to the cash, that’s a quick end
little n*ggas that jack and them n*ggas that suck
feel a certain way, brother, come speak up (huh)
what’s up?
you feel a certain way, n*gga, come speak up
what’s up?
oh, you rap too? n*gga, what the f*ck?
what’s up?
oh, you rappin’ now? n*gga, what the f*ck?
what’s up?
oh, you rap too? n*gga, what the f*ck?
what’s up?
oh, you rappin’ now? n*gga, what the f*ck?

- tyrone briggs lyrics

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