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Black Lip Bastard (Rmx)
Ab-Soul
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This what you really want, huh?
Turn me up, Ali
(I know your image of me) this what, this what you want?
(Is what I hope to be) huh?
Black lip bastard, pass me your password
So I can hack inside your brain, see I too have gone insane
Before I fall I'm sure to curse you all in Jesus' name
Lead shower, Anna Pebble hour bitch stand the rain (this what y'all really want)
Let me get it back, Ali (when we do-)
(When we do interviews, don't ask me 'bout no movements) yeah, I'm good
(No crews, no-no posses, no cliques)
(If it ain't 'bout TDE, I don't wanna hear that shit, bitch)
Look inside my parking garage and see (yeah) a collage
Of every person I despise since the moment I turned five
Calculate my steps and strategically took my time
Even falling off, I land on the ass of Nicki Minaj (so soft!)
Eat that pink pussy like it's Friday
Bust one, Roman Reload, then smoke to Sade
And somebody tell Rihanna too
I need that vagina too (hey, baby!)
Don't fucking take me for some kind of fool
I'm kinda the reminder of knowing Compton ain't kinda cool
Good kid, mad city, mountaintops couldn't see my views
Counter-tops, we hop over, hit the register then we move
I hope this shit can register on a regular soon
Before I climb this pedestal and make you catch my fucking stool (bitch)
K.Dot, leave them grieving on evening news
Even when society break even, I'll break rules
I told niggas, caught wrecked, and then I towed niggas
Fold niggas like clothes and drawers nigga
Homie chose to go toe-to-toe, I had to break his leg
Like a cliche to rock a show, is that over your head?
Niggas stretching the truth like they choose to do yoga instead
Either that or they depressed, eating yogurt in bed
Solar system, grab a space shuttle and stay subtle
The bass bit the bait, I'm straight, you a gay couple
I ain't thirsty for the deal, way to make them pay double
Anxious when the bacon on the table, I need a muzzle
You're basic like cable to a satellite dish
You was running LA, now you out of there like Fish (wack ass)
What more can I say? I'm a bastard with black lips
Black shirt, black shades, long black dick
I'm awkward dog, I'm tryna bargain shop at Saks Fifth
Swung two axes and knocked the Earth off axis
And all we do is it, all we do is do it
All we do is do it, all we do is do it (real niggas squad)
(This what you really want?) And all we do is do it
And all we do is it, all we do is do it
All we do is do it, all we do is do it (real niggas squad)
(This what you want? I give up)
(Let Puff Daddy talk to you, the real Puff Daddy), yeah
Figg side, black nine, black lips, smoke time
Fuck this rap shit, I'm active (yah, yah)
Sucking on titties since I was eight
Hoodie with my shades, I ain't tryna be fake (fucker)
So don't be talking to me pussy
Running your gums like you be locking
When the world know that you're nookie
Rookie, softer than infant fabric
I won't have it, when the gun drawn get rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tatted
Know my niggas moving
You hesitating to hit the lick, what the fuck is you doing?
Perpetrating, bitches popping percocet and percolating
Freelance for God but do the work of Satan, whatever works
I'm clever with the words if you haven't noticed yet
Lightyears ahead, I'm bright, and I like to get oral sex
Soul brother, number one plus one
Getting fed like where drugs and guns come from
All we do is do it, shitting on the competition
Taking heads off, this Hannibal Lecter music
You niggas don't move me, you niggas just movies
Cut straight to them credits and hit you with a Uzi
Peel off in a dullies, truck bed full of toolies (yeah)
Get home, smoke, and poke on some coochie
I'm just fucking around, enough with them fairy tales
But I bust heads for real, go head
I'm Jay Rock, you lil' niggas beneath me
How you gon' dance with the devil, with two left feet?
Peep, thinking you sweet but you weak
Talking out of turn'll leave all of your teeth in the street
Momma taught you better, never clash with a giant
Unless you David, remember my nigga, I'm not Goliath
Feel the wrath of this titan, hit some water call it Poseidon
Wig out, then hit your ass with a trident
Money on the table, my nigga, you know I'm all in
If rap was a drink, you wine nigga, I'm all gin
Hunnit' proof, recruit a hunnit' troops who love to shoot (bad boy)
No fluke my nigga, you know that's what us hunters do
East side up, Watt city mayhem
Choppers that spraying from AM to PM
I'm the silent assassin of the four-headed dragon
Black Hippy blasting a 50 out the back of the Benz Wagon
Toe tagging wack rappers off GP
You can't see me, your vision ain't 3D
You smoking on that seaweed, we rolling up that kiwi
In the Backwood lighting, we high for like three weeks
You paying for that pussy but we always get freebies
Top Dawg that ho and throw it like a Frisbee, it's history
You know the night and day is ours
Top Dawg conglomerate, Hiii Power, bitch
Is this what y'all really want?
This Black Hippy shit what y'all really want?
When I'm in interviews, don't ask me about no crews
No posses, no cliques, don't tell me who's getting it
I don't give a fuck, nigga
I just paid, I just paid six figures in taxes, nigga
Off Section.80, on some independent shit
Uncle Sam talking about, "You an old lost relative," nigga fuck you
K-Dot said it, not Kendrick
Ab-Soul, the rawest motherfucker on the planet, nigga
T.D.E., solar system, Control System, beeotch
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