f*ckin’ Yo b*tch lyrics

by

XZaR


[Intro]
[XZaR]
Yeah... It's XZaR
T.O.M. Mothaf*cker.. I brought a n*gga with me though

[REM]
It's REM..
Ya n*ggas know what it is right?
We about to get it in...
Oh yeah, and after this song, I'm f*ckin' yo b*tch n*gga

[XZaR]
Boom! Guess who about to blow any minute?
With a flow so cold it's an epidemic
But you ain't catching the sickness, it flew over
So stand by and be an excellent witness
To the genocide that I am about to begin with
R-E-M and our army of misfits
They can't size us, it's seems taylor made
We all stars but our soul will never fade away
Ask Ye', to your girl? I'm an 808
Claiming you real but she didn't take the bait
Huh? wonder why is that?
Cause your vision's impaired like an eye that's patched
Cause you lie in raps, it must be the weed
How you self made looking dusty to me?
Trust me I've seen your kind before
You wouldn't bust a shell as a hatched Dinosaur, so
Stop acting jurassic you fagget
Your flaccid, and in the background like an adlib
My crew's motley, I'm the new tommy
Looking for a Pamela to catch my tsunami
Splash in her face then I'll ask her to taste
Til' I get bored then I'm back in the wave
Totally gnarly.. huh, I know right?
Well I'm done with this sh*t and REM go like
[REM]
First I couldn't see it but the picture clear
Thought I couldn't spit? well n*gga listen here
All about this money I don't hype up no b*tch
If she suckin' then she f*ckin' I'm a nike that b*tch
I don't wife up that trick, no way
Cause back when I was doing that I was living the broke way
Yeah n*gga okay, you say you throwing them hundreds then show me
Like the third string these n*ggas ain't getting no play
I keep, passing n*ggas, trip if you passing n*gga
I don't trip cause this pump on my hip ain't for gassing n*ggas
I just switch, my direction boy I'm heading to the money
Once I get it I'm just building can't nobody take it from me yeah..
Me and my n*gga finna kill this joint
Kill a beat buck fifty you gon need some oint (ment)
A n*gga can tell I was destined I wasn't here by choice
Period like a decimal if you get the point
I get to point, any n*gga out
And if they bite I'm punching lines through any n*gga mouth
Back on my rap sh*t, back with a passion
A n*gga seem to lack but better notice that's past tense
Now a n*gga ball like LeBron at a past vents
Dunking hard up on these n*ggas I'm coming to smash rims
Cause being a under n*gga will cause you to stay lynched
And to me, pinching pennies just never could make sense
Iller than aids, I'm postive they'll trip
Cause I seem to be god's gift but as evil as trey six..
f*ck this beat, we killing this whole sh*t
But these bird n*ggas can't ever seem to control sh*t

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