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Hey, I can be the answer
I’m ready to dance when the vamp up
And when I hit that dip get your camera
You could see I been that bitch since the Pamper
And that I am that young sis the beacon
The bitch who wants to compete and
-I can freak a fit that pump with the peep and
-You know what your bitch become when her weave in
-I just wanna sip that punch with your peeps and
Sit in that lunch if youre treatin
-Kick it with your bitch who come from Parisian
-She know where I get mine from, and the season
-Now she wanna lick my plum in the evenin
-And fit that ton-tongue d-deep in
-I guess that cunt getting eaten
I was in the 212
On the uptown A
Nigga you know what’s up
Or don’t you?
Word to who made ya
I’m a rude bitch nigga
What are you made up of?
I’m a eat your food up boo
I could bust your 8
I’m-a do one too
Fuck ya gon do?
When you do make bucks
I’m a look right nigga
Bet you do want to fuck!
Fuck him like you do want to cum
Youre gay to get discovered in my 2 1 deuce
Cock-a-lickin in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
In your du-rag too son?
Nigga, you’re a kool-aid dude
Plus your bitch might lick it
Wonder who let you come to 1 2
With your doo-doo crew son
Fuck are you into, huh?
Niggas better oooh-run-run
You could get shot homie
If you do want to put your guns up
Tell your crew don’t front
I’m a hoodlum nigga
You know you were too once...
Bitch, I’m bout to blew up too
I’m the one today
I’m the new shit boo
Yung Rapunzel
Who are you bitch, new lunch?
I’m a ruin you cunt
A-yo, A-yo
I heard you ridin with the same tall, tall tale
Tellin em you made some
Sayin you grindin but you aint goin nowhere!
Why procrastinate girl?
You got a lot, but you just waste all yours and
Theyll forget your name soon
And wont nobody be to blame but yourself, yeah
What you gon do when I appear?
W-W-when I premiere?
Bitch the end of your lives are near
This shit been mine, mine!
Bitch I’m in the 212
With the fif cocked nigga
Its the 2 1 zoo
Fuck ya gon do
When ya goon sprayed up
Bet his bitch wont get him
Betcha you wont do much!
See, even if you do want to bust
Your bitch’ll get you cut and touch your crew up too, Pop
You playing with your butter
Like your boo won’t true
Cock the gun, too
Where you do eat poom, hun
I’m fuckin with ya cutie q
What’s your dick like homie?
What are you into?
What’s the run dude?
Where do you wake up?
Tell your bitch keep hatin
I’m the new one two, huh?
See I remember you when you were
The young new face but you do like to
Slumber don’t you?
Now your boo up too hun
Im-a ruin you, cunt!
What you gon do when I appear?
W-W-when I premiere?
Bitch the end of your lives are near
This shit been mine, mine! |
Jay-Z Freestyle
Yeah yall this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker, yeah you dont stop
You wont quit, Jay-Z drop shit like this
Aiyyo, my records sell cause I was born to do it
Kick that Willie shit well, cause Im really gonna do it
The voice of the hustlers, who else gon do it?
Most niggas is locked or in the box with embalming fluid
Thats how I get it locked when I come through in the V
You rap niggas on the radio dont do it for me
Insert the removable face, place the CD
Your Prince, cause you rap dudes dont make sense
Talk about bitten lines
Nigga I did ery bit of crime that I writ in mine
Ran so much coke, I could shit a dime
And this is way back when, way before your bullshit was signed
Tryin to indirectly, effect me, directly
Careful what you wish for, Jigga get raw
Nigga Im straight gutta, let me remind you
Act like you, out of your mind, I put your mind out of you
I do anything when I put my mind to it
A whole lot more when I put the nine to it
I flow shit blow shit smash shit tow shit
On some sho shit hose it down totally and you knows this man
Keep niggas in awe with the old shit
No shit, and I dont give a fuck who you go get
I fold shit like poker, smack em around
On some Joe Schmoe shit, I back your whole click down what?
Frito Lay rappers I slay for play, tell me
Who in your circle could fuck around with Jay?
No mo shit, Cristals get dough shit
Shoot my pistols on the reg, Im on some double-fo shit
Bout to drop a jewel and make po-po sick
I only the respect feds, beat cops know shit
Im pro slick, the dopest nigga to your brain, the comatose shit
Cause after all, whats my name, oh shit!
Yeah Funk Flex and uh, we dont stop
Yall wanna rhyme like me, wanna dime like me
Every Tom Dick and Harry wanna ride my mami
Drink Cristal, play diamonds in his wristal
Sell fish scale, yall niggas love this style
Wannabe players, Jay-Zs official
Been through out, I could tell you what to do and how to do it
Foundation is layed, we can take this to the top baby girl
If youre not afraid, the world is watchin
Most certainly, clowns wanna get up in your drawers
Think they hurtin me, ha hah
I keep you ill and traced out, tennis brace style
Cartier watch my diamond face style
Crib on the coast, marble floors laced out
Chase you upstairs singing Lets Play House
Drop a seed in her, little life to breathe in her
Wanna boy so to be sure, I ODd in her
His days are laced in Caesar Leguars
All the chicks jealous at the baby showers
Beatch!
How we do, Funk Flex, yeah
Brooklyn |
Whats good? was the question
Tell em tuck the chains in your chest and
Peeps wanna sleep on Steve like the Westin
Rip if the script is cheap or investin
Philly on the grind, our boys get it crackin
Might light shit up like its Jackson
Cats with a past, down for some action
Hit on the pitch and swing with a passion
Cashin out down on Passyunk
Grow from row homes to mansions
Get it from our mom, were homegrown and handsome
Flow on hostage, throw up the ransom
Dancin up, 2 Streetin
With a strong disdain for the weaklins
Spit that heat or stick with that freakin
So I guess that shits worth repeatin
I guess that shits worth repeatin
I guess that shits worth repeatin...
I was in the 215
It was 5 on 1, made it through alive
Never did cry, never lose my stride
If a dude acts bitch, just ruins the vibe
Full cup, got juice for 5
All my boys on 1, kept 2 on the side
Still been fly, shotgun in the ride
Or getting brain, left lane, North 95
Nicetown to the streets in the West
While ya stunt in the cut, feel that beat in your chest
Catch fade in the place where the Prince been Fresh
A little something to sweat, rep hard to the death
Set it off like Kane til there ain’t nothing left
Bank roll on check, ill chain on my neck
Never cared for the fame but retain respect
Showin out like the Linc, blowin up like the Vet, yes
I’m from the city of LOVE
Little brother to the game, give my haters a hug
Got me saving me gay rap like I’m sent from above
Homicide on the mic like I bled in my gloves
I’m that boss dude steppin’ on dub
Ever since 83, been fresher than Dove
Rap like the days with the Roc in the club
So fuck going pop, I want props from thugs
We’re born red, birth suit and then some Birds gear
Somebody trynna disrespect, they got some nerve here
I’m cum laude, you’re a junior on some third year
We need half a reason, better get ya words clear
Born and raised might’ve grazed but kept my roots down
We on that Meek, Beans, Eve, we in that Roots town
Fever kinda ill, better keep my cool now
Known for being chill, bout to act a fool now
215 shit, bring that noise
Rowdy ladies, raunchy boys
Put ya drinks up, slam that down
Light ya Dutch up, pass my crown
215 shit, bring that noise
Rowdy ladies, raunchy boys
Put ya drinks up, slam that down
Light ya Dutch up, pass my crown
Yeah we in the 215
What you know bout this when the crews collide
Dudes been sly, but when the truth arrives
Better ask bout Ciz, no shit to hide
And who are you, where do you reside?
What’s your life-line dude, how do you survive?
How you get by? Who’s your main provide?
Never come for the truth when you’re living a lie
Real talk, dude you can’t deny
Who the truth in the booth with proof supplied
This the shit that we do and we dont even try
If my city ain’t raw then somebody been lyin’
Yeah, that home of the live shit
West side, on with that fly shit
North Philly, stunt in the ride shit
South Philly, ride till we die on...
215 shit, bring that noise
Raunchy ladies, rowdy boys
Put ya drinks up, slam that down
Light ya Dutch up, pass my crown
215 shit, bring that noise
Raunchy ladies, rowdy boys
Put ya drinks up, slam that down
Light ya Dutch up, pass my crown |
I wanna be drunk when I wake up
On the right side of the wrong bed
And never an excuse I made up
Tell you the truth I hate
What didnt kill me
It never made me stronger at all
Love will scar your make-up, lip sticks to me
So now I maybe lean back there
Im sat here wishing I was sober
I know Ill never hold you like I used to
But a house gets cold when you cut the heating
Without you to hold Ill be freezing
Cant rely on my heart to beat in
Cause you take parts of it every evening
Take words out of my mouth just from breathing
Replace with phrases like when youre leaving me
Should I, should I?
Maybe Ill get drunk again
Ill be drunk again
Ill be drunk again
To feel a little love
I wanna hold your heart in both hands
Not watch it fizzle at the bottom of a Coke can
And I got no plans for the weekend
So should we speak then
Keep it between friends
Though I know youll never love me like you used to
There may be other people like us
Who see the flicker of the clipper when they light up
Flames just create us but burns dont heal like before
And you dont hold me anymore
On cold days cold plays out like the bands name
I know I cant heal things with a hand shake
You know I cant change as I began saying
You cut me wide open like landscape
Open bottles of beer but never champagne
To applaud you with the sound that my hands make
Should I, should I?
Maybe Ill get drunk again
Ill be drunk again
Ill be drunk again
To feel a little love
All by myself
Im here again
All by myself
You know Ill never change
All by myself
All by myself
Im just drunk again
Ill be drunk again
Ill be drunk again
To feel a little love |
I wanna be drunk when I wake up
On the right side of the wrong bed
And every excuse I made up
Tell you the truth I hate
What didnt kill me
It never made me stronger at all
Love will scar your make-up lip sticks to me
So now Ill maybe leave back there
Im sat here wishing I was sober
I know Ill never hold you like I used to
But our house gets cold when you cut the heating
Without you to hold Ill be freezing
Cant rely on my heart to beat it
Cause you take part of it every evening
Take words out of my mouth just from breathing
Replace with phrases like when youre leaving me
Should I, should I?
Maybe Ill get drunk again
Ill be drunk again
Ill be drunk again
To feel a little love
I wanna hold your heart in both hands
Ill watch it fizzle at the bottom of a Coke can
And Ive got no plans for the weekend
So shall we speak then
Keep it between friends
Though I know youll never love me like you used to
There maybe other people like us
You see the flicker of the clip when they light up
Flames just create us, burns dont heal like before
You dont hold me anymore
On cold days Coldplays out like the bands the name
I know I cant heal things with a hand shake
You know I cant change as I began saying
You cut me wide open like landscape
Open bottles of beer but never champagne
Well applaud you with the sound that my hands make
Should I, should I?
Maybe Ill get drunk again
Ill be drunk again
Ill be drunk again
To feel a little love
All by myself
Im here again
All by myself
You know Ill never change
All by myself
All by myself
Im just drunk again
Ill be drunk again
Ill be drunk again
To feel a little love |
Oh my god i like to fuck dogs. get over it |