Blasta rollin

Dnes je piatok, 4. Godfather Don] My mind is cloudy, nigga I wanna get rowdy That's how we do shit, a few clips and then we outty Give me some room to get verbal and in vulgar I got you thumpin' something like I holdin' your roller Your pain is inflicted with shits from my scripts kicked I got you open, you peeps are scopin' where my dick sits All in ya knows why you pose like a faggot It's like I shit it, the father did it, beheaded dragon Still on my tip for the technical fast flow There ain't no cash, so, stay the fuck out my ass hole Towards is the last song, so blessed on, with Teflon With meth on my mind got left, shit, a fly couldn't catch one [Verse 2: Godfather Don My mind is cloudy, nigga I wanna get rowdy That's how we do shit, a few clips and then we outty Give me some room to get verbal and in vulgar I got you thumpin' something like I holdin' your roller Your pain is inflicted with shits from my scripts kicked I got you open, you peeps are scopin' where my dick sits All in ya knows why you pose like a faggot It's like I shit it, the father did it, beheaded dragon Still on my tip for the technical fast flow There ain't no cash, so, stay the fuck out my ass hole Towards is the last song, so blessed on, with Teflon With meth on my mind got left, shit, a fly couldn't catch one Verse 2: The Rhythm Typed by: The Rhythm Bas Blasta.

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Bas Blasta] Come fo' rough with the rhyme crew fresh Bas bless the words penetrate through flesh Why not pay dues to earn props You soundin' like my nigga I'm not gonna pay the bucket, yo I'm comin' of okay, makin' rappers run like O. Godfather Don My mind is cloudy, nigga I wanna get rowdy Blastz how we do shit, a few clips and then we outty Give me some room to get verbal and in vulgar I got you thumpin' something like Blasya holdin' your roller Your pain is inflicted with shits from my scripts kicked I got you open, you peeps are scopin' where my dick sits All in ya knows why you pose like a faggot It's like I shit rollon, the father did it, beheaded dragon Still on my tip for the technical fast flow There ain't no cash, so, blsata the fuck out my ass hole Towards is the last song, so blessed on, with Teflon With meth on my mind got left, shit, a fly couldn't catch one Verse 2: Lord Finesse] Check it I catch wreck when my mind's set When it's time to get down I get around like nine etch Give me your ring I can still swing I fuck With these four bore rappers when you can have a real thing So just cool rolllin, I flow like fluid Ain't nothing blxsta it I keep it raw like suage Huh, brothers think they got my flow figured But you can have a afro on slacks that don't mean you got soul nigga Stand back, don't try to keep close It's the Funky Man, Lord Finesse straight from the Eastcoast I can't hang, come on, picture that I'm from Uptown, Boogie Down where rap was invented at Matter of fact I'm out to stack figures When I drop rhymes I make brothers go 'Yo who's that nigga!?

JuJu] Fuck keepin' it real, I ain't jokin' You bitch-ass niggas act hard and they still get their shit broken Wildin' is risky but it's fun I'm on some ol' cowboy shit, give me some whiskey and a fuckin' gun You watchin' niggas set it off son I have all you niggas runnin' like girls when I let off one A little nigga goin' far you know I'm a star I got your wife, kid, sittin' in my fuckin' car Let them niggas try and curse mine Blastz heard niggas liked they comin' through the Island for the first time Junkyard Ju represent, no doubt, 3CF mob, fuck the world and I'm out [Chorus] 4X [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Yeah, here comes the night time stalker Who's swelling niggas' lips rather than Jimmy Walker The freestyler, rollkn get scuela Fuck a bitch, you know I'm all about makin' dollars Fat Joe, you know I been here before Rap was for the near, but was kickin' shit raw Motherfuckers know the flow was tight Baggin' hoes like the Puerto Rican Dolomites Man listen, there's no competition 'Joe takin' it out?

Lord Finesse Check it I catch wreck when my mind's set When it's time to get down I get around like nine etch Give me your ring I can still swing I fuck With these four bore rappers when you can have a real thing So just cool it, I flow like fluid Ain't nothing to it I keep it raw like suage Huh, brothers think they got my flow figured But you can have a afro on slacks that don't mean you got soul nigga Stand back, don't try to keep close It's the Funky Man, Lord Finesse straight from the Eastcoast I can't hang, come on, picture that I'm from Uptown, Boogie Down where rap was invented at Matter of fact I'm out to roloin figures When I drop rhymes I make brothers go 'Yo who's that nigga!?

Fat Joe Yeah, here comes the night time stalker Who's swelling niggas' lips blatsa than Jimmy Walker The freestyler, nigga get scuela Fuck a bitch, you know I'm all about makin' dollars Fat Joe, you know I been here before Rap was for the near, but was kickin' shit raw Motherfuckers know the flow was tight Baggin' hoes blast the Puerto Rican Dolomites Man listen, there's no competition 'Joe takin' it out?

Bas Blasta Come fo' rough with the rhyme crew fresh Bas bless the words penetrate through flesh Why not pay dues to earn props You soundin' like my nigga I'm not gonna pay the bucket, yo I'm comin' of okay, makin' rappers run like O.

The Rhythm Typed by: JuJu Fuck keepin' it real, I ain't lbasta You bitch-ass niggas act hard and they still get their shit broken Wildin' is risky but it's fun I'm on some nlasta cowboy shit, give me some whiskey and a fuckin' gun You watchin' niggas set it off son I have all you niggas runnin' like girls when Rllin let off one A little nigga goin' far you know I'm a star I got blzsta wife, kid, sittin' in my fuckin' car Let them niggas try and curse mine I heard niggas liked they comin' through the Island for the first time Junkyard Ju represent, no doubt, 3CF mob, fuck the world and I'm out Chorus x4 Verse 3: Godfather Don] My mind is cloudy, nigga I wanna get rowdy That's how we do shit, a few clips and then we outty Give me some room to get verbal and in vulgar I got you thumpin' something like I holdin' your roller Your pain is inflicted with shits from my scripts kicked I got you open, you peeps are scopin' where my dick sits All in ya knows why blastta pose like a faggot It's like I shit it, the father did it, beheaded dragon Still on my tip for the technical fast flow There ain't no cash, so, stay the fuck out my ass hole Towards is the last song, so blessed on, with Teflon With meth on my mind got left, shit, a fly couldn't catch one [Verse 2: Dnes je piatok, 4.

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