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Next Up - S3-E47, Pt.2
Idi Akz/Sal/Mixtape Madness
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My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a- whoosh
Riva
I'm a D-T boy, gotta rep my city
Burton kid, gotta rep my town
And they wanna know my whereabouts
Look
Friend's, father, cousin
Ack, ack, ack
Look
My lil' bro don't rap like that
So let me show you what he's got in his bag
Darling moving mad, just chill
She can have her post man like Pat
See the way that I spit's too elegant
Soon gonna blow off, my bro, you ain't gettin' it
I got him and you know that's evident
My hand hardly bro, to the end of it
Yo, see my eyes all red like a cutter
Why I don't get Z-Z like Millz?
We don't dance, she needs to chill
I don't think you're gettin' it still, like
Like, I don't think you're gettin' it still
But ever since rap, I was always started
Once more to the gauge, at houses
Get swiped, or swerve, no browser
Yo, get swiped, or swerve, no browser
Spin that boss, you can call him Bowser
Walk alone, can't call me a Scouser
You don't ride like Alton Tower
Me and bro on the track, it has no sum
We had to make 'No Hope 2'
Like, bro, have you heard the news?
We go together with them, with Blues
No time for love and stuff
No time for love or lust
What you know about love or trust?
But everyone 'round here knows it's us, whoosh
And everyone 'round here knows it's us
Ack, ack, ack, yo, yo
No way can I wife this ting older brother, he's anti-love
She wants me but I cannot trust, like
There's no way, don't know about love
And I make man rip then flare, no drip
And I come and she don't use no pokey
Got love for my bro, that's calm
Used to be friends and you don't even know me
That's a bonus, that's brodie, no cosy
Got love for my akhi
And I hate how my bredrin talk 'bout girl
It's just breast and batty
I'm the calmest guy, don't vex me
Not my fault if I'm moving aggy
Like, if I get vexed, I won't calm down
Like, bro, don't mad me
Like, piss off, bare begs 'round here
Nobody really spits 'round here
Might just ghost and disappear
And I could even gone two years clear
Sweet one, she loves the way that I rap
And I'm the hardest, it's clear, whoosh
And I'm the hardest, it's clear
I got love for my brodie-codie
Me and bro like flippin' Zack and Cody
If it's on pops, I'll flip your homie
Them man there-there give chat like Fogarty
Had a chocolate one with the gorgeous hips
She a ten out of ten with the gorgeous lips
Bro hit him with the lifeless hit
But if you touch brodie, you know what it is
Leng one, she's five foot ten
Pissed cah I'm five foot nine
Them man there tell a bunch of lies
But I'll do that one for my bro, my slime
Might kill it if he's on road
And I blast his rotted roly-poly, that's dark kid
Like a Scouser, no arch kid
And I'm really tryna reach my targets
My lil' bro don't rap like that
So let me show you what he's got in his bag
Darling moving mad, just chill
She can have her post man like Pat
See the way that I spit's too elegant
Soon gonna blow off, my bro, you ain't gettin' it
I got him and you know that's evident
My hand hardly bro, to the end of it
Yo, it's just me and my bro like Werner
I ain't wishin' on a star like Turner
Bad B's in the yard, you feel me?
And see me take L's, but I ain't no learner
Took L's but I ain't no learner
Shout bro, he's a real cash earner
I wanna make bread like burger
But I ain't your average worker
My lil' bro don't rap like that
So let me show you what he's got in his bag
Darling moving mad, just chill
She can have her post man like Pat
See the way that I spit's too elegant
Soon gonna blow off, my bro, you ain't gettin' it
I got him and you know that's evident
My hand hardly bro, to the end of it
Riva
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