felt like droppin on a nice beat
i'll rep those wit feed as well
I Know You Hate It lyrics:
allow me break it down for u *****z, so u kno my soldiers/
real killers beat ya fiction to a pulp like travolta/
most potent and ill, im also known as ebola/
deez *****z aint real dey wouldnt pop holdin a soda/
dey wanna talk about wheels, ova and ova/
last drop dey was pushin wit a hoe was a stroller/
i catch a cold wit dis flow damn near blowin it ova/
i crossed many *****z dats y im holy as hova/
bolda den boulders cats wanna grow on my shoulders/
da only *****z dey stuck up is da ones on dey posta/
as far as bitches it aint nuffin for a brutha to pock her/
how big da titties im into her cup like folgers/
butt be swoll up, im cuttin hoes up/
when in rome, i bust on a bitches toga/
then her dome, nut till the chick gets choked up/
den ya gone, ya bus ticket stuck in da sofa/
"oh...my....god" da man's comfy/
in a stance of demand and every man is unda me/
i kno most dudes dont wanna stand or run wit me/
till i show em da ropes like oj in klan country/
u wanna come get me think somethin sweet/
get lumped wit rounds longer den pumpkin seeds/
we killaz wit crazy paper and wrists of ice/
hang around like a lazy neighbors christmas lights/
kids jus nice, vapors from my spit jus might/
create lake seas and rivers hope ya swim games nice/
keep shotties to blow ya possibly fold ya/
i ate an mc more times than tommy matolla/
i'll rep those wit feed as well
allow me break it down for u *****z, so u kno my soldiers/
real killers beat ya fiction to a pulp like travolta/
most potent and ill, im also known as ebola/
deez *****z aint real dey wouldnt pop holdin a soda/
dey wanna talk about wheels, ova and ova/
last drop dey was pushin wit a hoe was a stroller/
i catch a cold wit dis flow damn near blowin it ova/
i crossed many *****z dats y im holy as hova/
bolda den boulders cats wanna grow on my shoulders/
da only *****z dey stuck up is da ones on dey posta/
as far as bitches it aint nuffin for a brutha to pock her/
how big da titties im into her cup like folgers/
butt be swoll up, im cuttin hoes up/
when in rome, i bust on a bitches toga/
then her dome, nut till the chick gets choked up/
den ya gone, ya bus ticket stuck in da sofa/
"oh...my....god" da man's comfy/
in a stance of demand and every man is unda me/
i kno most dudes dont wanna stand or run wit me/
till i show em da ropes like oj in klan country/
u wanna come get me think somethin sweet/
get lumped wit rounds longer den pumpkin seeds/
we killaz wit crazy paper and wrists of ice/
hang around like a lazy neighbors christmas lights/
kids jus nice, vapors from my spit jus might/
create lake seas and rivers hope ya swim games nice/
keep shotties to blow ya possibly fold ya/
i ate an mc more times than tommy matolla/
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