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lirik lagu apprentice (remix) – deddreamer & defnotbio

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[verse 1: defnotbio]
i ain’t no’ne to f*ck with, i work on my core like some crunches
i stay flippin’ words like i’m stuntin’, mike said kick it off like i’m puntin’
servin’ the beat, man, you know i’m not food, no, i ain’t talkin’ lunches
they say that he k!lls every beat that he touches, i k!ll anything it don’t matter the judges
if you hate, but then say that i’m great, then it’s end of discussion, move around on the beat
with that heat like the sun, b*tch, but i stay with that heat like i play for miami, you do not want none, b*tch, i’ll k!ll him once i get to uppin’, them bullets like students
they inside my clip, and it’s long as a bus, b*tch, make the soul leave that body that was his
put that b*tch in your face, so you know where my gun is, i don’t play no games, no
you ain’t comin back when i’m clutchin’, you got the green, like saint patty’s, i’m taking that sh*t
watch his luck end, better watch where you lookin’, i’ll blow like a ref’, like a chef
b*tch, i’m cookin’, library, he bookin’, gun that b*tch down, and now he askin’, “why?” like i’m brooklyn
when i aim for the top, i ain’t talkin a headshot, all of that actin’
that sh*t gettin’ older than fred scott, pretend like they still showin’ love when they get caught
ain’t no pledge of peace, like what jeff got, these shots fill him up like a fresh pot
i’m swingin’ that stick, i don’t play for the red sox, don’t gamble your life just to get popped
i’m rollin’ like dice, then you’ll get dropped, you gettin’ wet with the metal, no
dreadnought, then when they question, i act like i did not, y’all talkin bout mike
man, just get off of his c*ck, if i pull, then you loose like a slip knot
they know how i rock, he gon’ get the draco like he victor, thought i was a p*ssy?
but i ain’t a vick, nah, yea he gettin’ dissed like kelly up in k!llshot
think that it’s funny, get hit like a rim shot, uppin’ my arms, you get boxed
like i’m jim watt, said he gon’ k!ll me, i got to him first, so he did not
see me on a track, then it gets hot, they know my line dope, but swear it’s not
since the beginning, i been hot, they irritated when i drop
no h0m*, they pause on my line when it gets caught, they know i can rap, but they wish not
on a track, man, they hope that i miss, nah, i know that i’m better
i ain’t gotta diss ya, i swear if i make it, i know they’ll be bitter
[verse 2: deddreamer]
yes, i’m golden, no warrior, got the addy, no ada, no sawyer
when i drip and flip, no stunt, no bike, you catchin’’ a case like a lawyer
pure gold, like a 24 karat, that sh*t (drip, drip), i might wear it
had to get a brother to remix this with me, so i hit up garrett (drip)
get your ass kicked, like a bass drum, all your problems, gotta face ‘em
get snapped by the clip (*gun c*ck*), get snapped by the (*gun shot*), seven b*tches, so it’s an eightsome
dunk when you’re drunk like liquor, b*tch, i might pull the trigger
if i pull the trigger, and empty the clip, no talkin’ l.a. clippers
jokin’ around like leto, remember this sh*t, keep a reminder
like keepin’ a memento, remember when i pulled a falsetto?
repeat this sh*t like an echo, this b*tch trippin’, can’t walk right
so walk on your left toes, wait, is this b*tch from the ghetto?
this motherf*ckin’ b*tch ain’t really fond of me, little b*tch decapitated, he needs lobotomy
they’re on my d*ck, and they think they’re onto me, ain’t n0body really f*ckin’ with this wannabe
do this sh*t, no name drop, if no fame, no fame stop
if it’s f*ckin’ speed you need, then you got to wait, not
feels like every motherf*ckin’ wakin’ second, doin’ sh*t for all the people that i wanna help, but poppin’ to you motherf*ckers
when i do this f*ckin’ sh*t, flows for dinner, bitin’ on the flow, b*tches cold like it’s winter
got your little b*tch on the side, i’m in her, got your bad records, pray to god, why sinner?
he a menace, apprentice
heat on this sh*t, ridd*ck x, uh, never put a d*ck in my ex
swing the bat, sing in the mic, both gotta find a pitch
got two of these, both gotta cop a b*tch, i ain’t sayin’ your name, but i shot my shots
and i know you will start to itch, uh, me and garrett just k!lled this sh*t (feidorei)

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