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Cyrus
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All these boys wanna sound like me These old boys always sound like me Wanna name they songs too After my real shit bae This dick yo dick bae They tryna ride yo dick bae All them boys no good boo But shit, you, you bad bae Even rap on the same beach And then act like, 'that ain't me' Even jock how I write tweets Just to act like they like me This ain't a diss, you could diss Figure 'bout to turn a song every week into six figures Man they can't challenge every rapper, just a stick figure Life is a bitch, but she sleeping in the bed with me Oh my God! But he got nothing to do with it I give a fuck, but shit, at the end of the day, you wouldn't know what to do with it Tell her 'til this fuck it's still work harder than half these kids, it's true with it After all, I'm blessed with these praying hands and never preyed on fans And never play how good we only pay our hands Could mix plenty tapes, but make mixtapes better Pistol whip your tape like it's a new Beretta Live from coast to coast, I make times so jealous Heard your bitch might want me to make her mystic better She wanna see this D, give it a cis-diss changin' Scratch this disc, and I might just change it This life ain't cheap, your two cents need change-ups She ride this D like a new Jeep Wrangler Yeah, and this shit go out to like, fuckin' everybody Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Man, I wasn't gonna ever herk on this shit, but We'll try something like this If you think this song's about you, then maybe it is, maybe it is, alright You talk, you talk, you talk, but you'll never do shit, you never do shit (oh no) I been going off the top, she been giving all the top, you bottom-fishing Made a song about a thot, made a song about a lot of songs with ya Really need to get a job, say you're workin' but you're not, what's wrong with ya? You been working up a favor, God can't save ya None of them songs you made shoulda left that paper, you hear what I'm saying? The fast rap flow hair with the Saiyan Do you got the time or do you just watch? Do you got the drive or do you just walk? Oh you got the key, I need a valet Why's your whole life one bad day? You a stop sign, I'm a fastbreak Better yet, your drive is a driveway I don't back out shit, I only back up shit I gotta eternal droppin', my external quick I'm in a solid state, you in a cellar state Might sell it to the lambs, you just an awkward date Like, maybe you need Jesus Me, I ball, you need some Every year my year, but you never in season Plus you talk too much, give you the silent treatment See I don't give fucks, dicks don't keep secrets Guess I'm out for blood, is that your pussy bleeding? Your boys won't beat us Control, alt, delete ya
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