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This is just me rapping as a character I created about 2 years ago. Finally fleshing his personality out and stuff. Anyway, don't get the idea that I'm rapping a life I'm not living, because this is all purely fictional and attributed to someone entirely different, not me, Fineprint Misread.
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"Kemosahbee"
I got lean, I got Sprite, I got Xanax, I got white
Got Caucasians, Guyanese, Chinese on my side
I got Rovers an' Bugattis, Lambos to Maseratis
Got Givenchy an' Versace, 'Dusa head all on my body
Need Whitney? I need Becky,; drop it off, sloppy toppy
I need noggin', gimme noggin'; suck me 'til I'm feelin' groggy
Screamin' woah kemosahbee! Shave that coke -- Neo-Nazi
(Screamin' woah kemosahbee! Shave that coke -- Neo-Nazi)
Sellin' O's, Boyardee; give them hoes a quarter ki
Have her run it cross the border, meet papi in El S.G.
I got Perks an' LSD, I got clerks, move work for me
I got shirts an' scarves that's Hermes; I'm dope, that's what yo' girl say
I'm deep up in her world, mayne; lickin' on that pearl an'
Designer jeans that's Balmain, acid-washed the style an'
Su-Wooin' an' wilin', 'bout to buy a island
You niggaz buyin' yachts, I buy the comp, let money pile, man
I'm shittin' on you, saucin', more product than Slauson
No fuckz to what it's costin', cop it 'cause it's awesome
My bottom bitch out here bossin', keepin' my hoes in check, got dough to collect
6-4 on the set, shit, we rollin' in that; pour up Moet, then roll in to sex
Whole squad atcha neck, shit, we known to finesse; niggaz should've known not to go wit' them
threats
We known as the best, got chrome on deck; hair trigger on the tech, lotta holes in ya chest
Servin' these niggaz shells, ain't talkin' no Escargot
I'm whippin', see that car go, look up like where yo' broad go
On 1800 TQ, sippin' that shit, where she leave you?
At the table alone, faded an' gone; don't hate it 'cause we made it, holmes
Save it, shit, she naked, jones; I'm rakin' in that cake she want
An' I just want that pussuan; scoop up +Ice Cream+ like Wu-Kwon
That's Wu-Tang an' Raekwon, an' like Juicy J an' Kreayshawn
We trippy, mayne, she drippy, mayne; drippin' all on my woodgrain
It's a hood thang, just let it bang; you ain't gettin' her back, she love the best
Singin' that - I fuck the best, left my shirt ripped like Russell West
An' I'm gone...
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