Monday, 6 April 2015

rap song 2

so like that
you know im trippin
kids from the school
know its my respect

what you got there son
a little rolex
from your daddy
now its mine
tough luck

repeat after me
WHAT THE
what the hell
WHAT THE
what the hell

now beat box your way into high society
cant even pass the bar yet
been drinking like fishes til noon that day
so drunk i cant even stand my way

now these beats soho
when i live in New York
club bounces when hear these grillz
reverb Detroit

hell, im outta the ghetto
and into the mix
king crow for me brutha
now lets go pimp

hoes here, hoes there
hoes everywhere
im a gonna get broke for the second time
sit down on the street and do a mime

drinking diet coke
hell gotta get that caffeine
play some roulette
all my money bling bling

the saddest part about this trip
the hoes we found turned out to be NYPD
they bust us now for soliciting
damn, and I was having such a good time

story dont end there OMG
they caught the wrong guys
yeah baby we free
what we gonna do tomorrow night

gamble and hoes
til the break of dawn
i just hope
my luck dont run out

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