Denzel Curry x Yoshi Thompkins x JK The Reaper x Mike Dece - 2055 BET HIP HOP AWARDS C9 CYPHER | Текст песни

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• Denzel Curry x Yoshi Thompkins x JK The Reaper x Mike Dece
• 2055 BET HIP HOP AWARDS C9 CYPHER

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]

Got me feeling like a fucking dog, it's outside

[Verse 2: Yoshi Thompkins]

Feel like I got the power, I'm Higher the hip hop messiah
I ain't fuck Alicia Keys but a nigga on fire
That's prior to the fact that I'm rawer then unprotected sex
Eat some Chex cereal in the morning and then it's off for checks
And why niggas asking me to match spliffs
I'd rather stay home, break backs like Mike Smith
I'll write a cool mixtape drop it on Dat Piff
Now these hoes tryna' use me I'm feeling a little thrift
Damn Josh you Rap now, but I ain't talking about gifts
And I ain't talking about cliffs when I say I leave you hanging
Cause you bitches got the blues like a smurfet if you banging
And I ain't banging I'm just banging these hoes niggas claim they taming
I'm always rappin burning up like coal
Aiming at you hoes
Women that don't have no fucking souls their hearts a fucking cold
Mines is bared ass on a igloo
So don't ask me do I care about these bitches and what they
All do cause uhm
They probably what I'm getting through
Rapping fucking hoes it helps me with what I'm getting through
Getting super wet and lay the pipe like a plumber do
The name getting known so these bitches sticking like some
Glue, Ima ball cause a nigga shine more than a car being waxed
Bought some armorall hoho, get off my santa clause
Class writing rhymes cause I don't have time for this work shit
Probably high as fuck ? weed I'm talking purp shit
Teacher passing out D's so yes I'm barely passing
But I'm worried about the fashion and the bitches in which
I'm smashing, Bust a nut and drop her off and then I dump her like
Some ashes, like sorry Mr.Johnson for this math I have no passion
I'd rather make sweet love to the girl that sitting next to me and flip
Her like a supreme deluxe Krabby Patty recipe
They like dam josh how come you haven't blown yet
Because I haven't kissed enough ass to get known yet, dummy

[Verse 3: Jk The Reaper]

Niggas swear they get pussy but having phone sex
Tell her give me head til' her forehead dome sweat
Meat cleaver flow for niggas thinking they raw
Leave you looking like DMX if you keep barking at the dogs
Check her call log, I bet you nigga I ain't call at all
To me it's 100 miss calls check her crib you'll probably find my
Draws, and one of my balls
Why niggas always stall, I'm that nigga on call with three bitches, ho I'm Jabber Jaws
And with the pussy cat doll, check my catalog dog
My catastrophic bombs'll probably throw you off
Niggas always coming soft, so I had to flip the script
I think I'm Da Vinci hiding images inside the script
Watching tales from the crip, lay my spread and then I dip
Say she want to take a trip well here's yo shroom take it
Have her seeing hyenas and shit, like a safari
I'm on safari you should google me bitch
Before I put this google chrome and show yo ass some digital shit
I say it straight to yo face, no subliminal bitch
I slide through like I'm gumby
It's like Return of the Mummy, shit'll get ugly
Cause niggas in the field, no rugby
Bitches want to fuck me, tell her that she lucky if I touch thee cunty
I was probably riding out on my huffy, one deep
Riding through these streets like I ain't me, I'm a wolf
Nigga and you lookin like a black sheep
You would make a nice shirt, but it's too hot for the long sleeve
You looking cotton soft, I feed you to my offspring, fuck you

[Verse 4: Mike Dece]

What the fuck you need bitch, never sold a copy
I sell rocksies and I clean shit
Cleaner than crispy, sort of like Whitney you O.D. bitch
Inhaling and smoking on shit that's so potent it's making me see shit, she's praising my cum like it's Jesus
I stay with the green, its too filthy for the OZ if it
A forest of trees, smoke so thick I can not breathe in it
Who's working like me bitch?, I'm taking your millis' like Ri just did
When ? but, playing these games will not give you shit, and neither
Will we, but the drugs set you up with a gun to your lips
I'm high as can be so, I do not really give a shit like toilet to pee, just like humsy and bill which i say with a brick, so fuck the police, sort of like bops on the cops they can suck my dick, not literally, ho
Said I'm cliche so I spray on her tits, she ice and she gliss, she's covered in jizz, killing these bitches like several disses, I leave them
Exquisitely killed in the trenches, like water they wet
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You want some pills, I got tanks I got bells
Yes I know I'm killing you, but I have to pay the bills
Ho, I got sticks like a fucking stick drill
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Cut these faggots up like some fucking fish scale
Colored beam pointed at the demons where they dwell
Kill a faggot cop, send his ass back to hell

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