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freezy baby, sleepy Mercedez Six that maybe, get that navy Get the baby, big fat ladies Gimmie a break like kit kat ladies Game I kick that daily, the reason why ya bytch act crazy Ay, I'm the nigga that ya bytch act crazy You betta fix that lady, you hit that lately, I get that baby The boy is a mack, she like dick all in her back, and she call me 4 that Cause i spoil her wit that And right up in her mouth is where my spalding is at I'm a mu'fuckin' P.I.M.P, 3 dimes with me I bow...to never let a biatch get me And never have my pockets empty Never forget Pac and Biggie I'm a gangsta baby, 1-2-3 eighty |
100Barz:dumb ass nigger |
100Barz:u know ur girl love the cok she drink my sperm and eat my shit |
100Barz:fuk u |
BURNA BOY SUCKS |
IM ON THE BLOCK WITH THE KAY IN MY HAND MESS WITH MY MONEY I MAKE U SHIT IN UR PANTS FREEZY UMMA G I SMOKE U WITH A FIFTH AND OH NO NAIRALAND THIS AINT A DISS CALL UR GIRL TO COME AND GIVE ME A KISS YALL NIGGAZ SOFT LIKE DUDU MY FEVER FOOD IS FUFU FLOW SO INSANE BOA MESS WITH ME I WILL MAKE THE NINE MAKE U LOOSE UR BRAIN |
I love it
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Check, I just wanna know your mindset Here starin' at your fine ex Damn, this where you put your time at Unappreciated like that Timex Let me rewind that, G-shit, let me rewind that I just wanna know your mindset Here starin' at your fine ex Damn, this where you put your time at Unappreciated like that Timex She ready for this dope boy dialect In the kitchens with Getty whippin' that Pyrex The East Coast meets Kanye West Death Row reeks underneath my breath Storage wars, all the whores, I walk away Chad and Evelyn evidence, just a block away Do the bitches love you when you out the league? Will my car still crank when I hit the keys? When did dark skinned brothers learn to ski? Got a thing for Khloe, Lamar lost his feet Scott Dis'nick, Taylor check me in a week Black bottle boy, nigga blazin' peach Such an amazin' piece, such an amazin' speech This is easy to me Ruthless records, next Eazy to be May we live long, rich forever She can hear it in my tone, rich forever Standin' on my own, Anderson Silva Break a bone, nigga gone 'til November Run in your home, put your infant in a blender Sippin' a smoothie or give it up smoothly Don't panic, only lyrics for my movie You couldn't handle my tender life, for real Hood stripes worth more than my deal Motherfucker ain't as real Ten mil' in a duffle, make a nigga shiver Saint Bartholomews chillin' for the winter You makin' wack songs with the nice titles All chains, no rings, never see the finals I know you're tired of loving, of loving With nobody to love, nobody, no (Uh-huh, honey) Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures One good girl is worth a thousand bitches Bound you're falling in love Bound you're falling in love (Uh-huh, honey) I wanna Bleep you hard on the sink After that, give you something to drink Step back, can't get spunk on the mink I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think? Hey, you remember where we first met? Okay, I don't remember where we first met But hey, admitting is the first step And hey, you know ain't nobody perfect And I know, with the hoes I got the worst rep But hey, their backstroke I'm tryna perfect And hey, ayo, we made it: Thanksgiving So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas She asked me what I wished for on my wishlist Have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches? Maybe we could still make it to the church steps But first, you gon' remember how to forget After all these long-ass verses I'm tired, you tired, Jesus wept I know you're tired of loving, of loving With nobody to love, nobody, nobody So just grab somebody, no leaving this party With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (Uh-huh, honey) Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth Bound you're falling in love Bound you're falling in love (Uh-huh, honey) |
Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg Nigga I'm sicker then full-blown AIDS And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age You been afraid, you sweet like homemade Lemonade, if it's beef, then the chrome blaze You could make the newspaper, get ya own page And make the news too, you know how my dudes do We wear masks so you can't tell, who's who And for the cash, we'll blast at you dudes too Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right I'm in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light I'm comin for cash, gun in the dash And I'm on 21 and a half's (for real cannon) I got my gat, I ain't walkin without it And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga |
who wanna rap battle me? |
DAMN HE REALLY WANNA ENJOY HIS ASS |
Freezy that bad man One man band man Your girl with me cell phone she don't answer He so sweet make her wanna lick the wrapper... So i let her lick the rapper She take care of me and all me homeboys have the Jump-off, jump-off the girl is a jump off I let her snort a mountain And she gets jumped off Jump-off, jump-off You know she can jump-off Pull my dick out and let her jump-on, jump-off You make it so hard when it sound so basic Chevy grill lookin like a set of new braces South side baby We outside baby We smokin on that spinach like Popeye baby (french gibberish ?) yea i love my bitches Bonjour money et au revoir bitches (more french gibberish ?) we doin the business (even more french gibberish !?) mean we ain't snitches Now can you tell me how good my french is Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, Bitches! |
im hungry i need this food right now
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Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him 'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking with an accent Just cartwin, can't even relax in my room, That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can't tax money you dig me |
Henuell:Lay my mack down, I ain't tripping I ain't slipping, I rap now I ain't tricking I don't care if she pretty hoe, and I got Diddy dough And I done had every bad bitch in the city, yo And I learnt it from Biggie, yo And got the chicks, that's why the shit rolled off one video And I'mma go platinum off number two And I'm gonna drop another album when the summer due |
Henuell:I Leave u having the shakes like an alcoholic,paddy schoolin this imposter talkin wit fake ebonics think u strong like gin?,then fool i got your tonic, trying to bite your way to a win?don't worry i leave u fat like monique Body all puffed up,pussy am the reason u and your mens be getting all worked up, trying to come jaw- jaw,but am trying to just come war,got these pages all locked up, kill u in print kill u in the street homie am just that raw homie your whole styles played out,Like buster cut that crap u rap and go get a fade out You rhyming like them homo-thugs not quite sure if they want to stay out, i dice fools like u relieve u of your silly gay doubt See the difference between me and u,is u just a wannabee,thats soft like kitten see me on the streets fool n u'll prolly shit in your undies,your shit stinks little man Go back home to yo nanny it will take u a lifetime of effort just to be half like me, so go start studying this rap session nigga see if in a coupla years u can flow half like me and by half i don't mean give me half my bars,ha ha. . i know intelligience is not so much in your stars u can tell by your rhymes,that don't make any sense,from grenades to gazelles all that shits is just a farce and to all u other rappers out there trying to throw shots at me in disguise, Men. . I will raise hell on here make u all wish u never crossed fadal. . .word to the wise |
Jangbajantis:Listen up bitch i got nuff shots to deal wit little bleeps like u, little niggas wit little nuts like u,bitch u don't want it with paddy am a little nuts unlike u, homie u faker than them little boi cartoons,from pixar or disney, fool u trying to snap at me like a picture or diss me?. . dude i will bring the pain to you till u respect this like em scriptures and appease me wanksta i will peel yo wig back like i do ma lawn,i do ma shit big like the dude pun little boy am a don respect the flow homie i do this shit for fun niggas u trying to Bleep wit the aces on nairaland,u little Bleep u lucky u in cyberland, paddy run his streets err day while u like the little bitch alice in wonderland, always dreaming,nigga its time for yo punk ass to wake up, go back to puttin on make yo up and suckin on niggas for a fee, nigga Bleep wit me and i'll take yo life for less than a gee, |
100Barz:Anyone to step in my ring is brave I don't know a thing about hair stylin but I can make a finger weave (ERR) Short stay leave her butt in the telly Lace up the beef and brocclis peanut butter and jelly I'm about to get this deal (uh-huh) shorty know Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka-Seltzer pill I ain't loud around a snitch (nah) I don't crowd around a btich (nah) The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks I been sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner dick I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips (WOO) niggaz can't stand the fact that I'm real I kidnap the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill Gimme Barbie at her best (UH-HUH) Bacardi at the chest(UH-HUH) I'm similar to the young Marcus Darvy at the desk Useta have ta push up, now I hardly got ta press Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest My success got suckers salty (salty) Blowin steam like a cup of coffee Click POW get these fukas off me |
Jangbajantis:ay nigga blast ya fif. am 30 years old but i will fuk up ya hole click. don't make me catch you in a restaurant chillin with your chick. Fadal nigga am a fucking beast. come to Togo nigga i got lions in the east. i got lil niggas that will bring ya head back to me if i said so. you need to leave me alone you lil fucking hoe. I don't wanna hear you talk if it ain't about the doe. yeah am a hunter lions run when they see me. i wanted to diss you cuz you smell like a pussy. 4 macs will make ya brain feel all dizzy. you so wack nigga ya flow's easy. am a lion and you a lil fucking meat. you wack motherfucker find somewhere the seat. |
dua before fasting
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holla at me my email is jhonsonfadal@yahoo.com
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I carry money give caro Caro follow oyinbo Oyinbo don follow sisi Caro don dey regret |
100Barz: |
100Barz:Niggaz know um that New shit/ Bitches love me like Bruce Lee/100 cars no bulletproof/she wanna suck my fucking goof/i got Money in my pocket/im chillin in my jacket/niggaz trina be like me but they know am One/boy trina take my chain umma boss my gun/u Said Freezy aint the coolest u must be dumb/im in the slum/im having fun/yall known to run/hiding in my coop looking for a smut to drink my cum/we guetting Money over here u guetting none/Pray the Lord all of my enemies become bumbs/now u can stop Reading this lyrics because am done/ |
100Barz:Me n my 100 troops commander holdin the duece duece ill give you a new look put you on ice in a celler fool i done warned ya i roll with a battalion creppin thru them alley with some God damn magnums i point yall shoot you know what it do i blow that damn whistle hop out the trench n get that fool |
100Barz:Guess what am on nairaland now I know this people wondering who the hell is this pow but u know you can recognize a bird when he's in the sky till he fall down or rise been seen allot of hatin since I arrive but you fuckas is the same reason why I get so fly I got something for the street and this is no lie a flow that will make ears wiser no am not a smoker but always keep a lighter so I could burn u fuckas down like I got super power I know u can stand me but its just a way g .b see u could listen to the lirycs but u dear copy papi |
100Barz:u flow like a bitch/ FADAL NIGGER UM SICK/ Bleep WITH ME U GET HIT/ U CANT EVEN SPIT/ |
100Barz:THIS LIL NIGGER BARZ THINKG HE SICK/ TILL I HIT EM WITH THE FIFTH/ U AINT GOT ENOUGH BARZ TO GO AGAINST ME IM SICKER THEN CASSIDY/ WENT AND HEARD SOME SICK MC's and think u can mess with me/ 7 BARZ JUST KILL YA/ IS FADAL WHO's realer? EYO BARZ U KNOW EVEN UR OWN NIGGERS DONT FEEL YA/ |
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