Niggas In Paris: ya boi be, givin' 'em eminent cynical sinister lyrical canister wickedly rippin' em noisy, television has destroyed me, i'mma come get 'em and let 'em know letters go better than veteran boys be, then i'mma set 'em to let 'em go ahead and enjoy these, employees, of the rap game, boutta slap dames, boutta roll up, in an hyundai accent, i hit 'em up, wis arab accent, happenin' rappers do lack brain, i got ammo i do stack game, roll no phantom i do black fame, boutta go wicked and throw up the k (throw up the K) K-City Made, look at this nigga bustin' figgas that his mom made, 14-years-old and ballin' like lebron james, boutta blow inferno flames like my nigga dante, boutta go across the globe pakistan to bombay, Mista international girls with many a language, iracer un sandwich make a sandwhich in spanish, sexism jokes and i'm restin' the broke, givin' voiceless a voice, givin' fetish chicks a choke! (HAH!) i went from lyrical magician rhymin' everytime to emi! nem of my time, but i'm still killin' 'em rippin 'em lines, goin outta my mind, yo mind, goes crazy as you try to follow up, and im starting to sound like nicki minaj (SO WHAT) BOTTOMS UP! and i'm aboutta bounce, get up outta town, get another spouse, and i'm goin' ham, and i'm boutta blam on these suckas with one hand it's done man! niggas spittin' wicked tellin' me i'm bad, i'm a one band man and that nigga is a stunt man
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