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lirik lagu the way it used to be – rjldiablo

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[chorus]
let’s bring hip*hop back to the way it used to be
we better get this sh*t heated befo’ the cops start shooting me
and then they go all biggie and they start lootin’ me
stop getting ghostwriters, ’cause it’s f*cking cool to be*
an emcee in the game of motherf*ckers who suck
but maybe with a strike of luck
you can be better but don’t credit me, ’cause i don’t give a f*ck
i’m heating up every f*cking track like a cook
do an interpolate without the credit and you stealing the lyrics like a f*cking crook
let’s bring hip*hop back to the way it used to be
we better get this sh*t heated befo’ the cops start shooting me
and then they go all biggie and they start lootin’ me
stop getting ghostwriters, ’cause it’s f*cking cool to be*
an emcee in the game of motherf*ckers who suck
but maybe with a strike of luck
you can be better but don’t credit me, ’cause i don’t give a f*ck
i’m heating up every f*cking track like a cook
do an interpolate without the credit and you stealing the lyrics like a f*cking crook

[verse]
okay, load the f*cking nine, it is my time
okay with rhymes, you think it’s mine?
committin’ crimes on the block
seven inch gun, not a glock, it’s my c*ck (d*mn)
we doing advances and dances like tik*tok
i’m doing this sh*t solely for hip*hop
not the f*cking sh*t pop
you gonna be murdered by this music like motherf*cking hitchc*ck
your life and my life is running outta time like tick tock
send big shots down your hood
get home from school after being pushed in the mud
but now i’m getting f*cking dubs
send you the the mortician called rick like wubba lubba dub dub
i’m k!lling all these verses, you’d think that i got a curse and
you’re thinking of the wrong person
my motherf*cking mum disapproves of the lyrics with me cursin’
alright lemme rap like a regular rapper, lemme impersonate
so as you walking to the strib club to get your d*ck sucked
the sh*t’s shut, you pick up
a motherf*cking 313, you got a girl on her knees
and she finding a daddy to please
and she sucking all on my keys
she thinks i’m a motherf*cking martian like lil b
y’all belittle me, you sh*t hole flees
nah f*ck that sh*t, you arogant
you embarrassin’, so tonight we gon’ rock like motherf*cking aerosmith! (b*tch!)
the gun and the snake go hiss, all these motherf*ckers can go drink my p*ss
and i dived into your girl like the p*ssy is the abyss, you see
every f*cking day i wake up, can’t say anything on twitter about men wearing make*up
’cause then you f*cking get cancelled and you won’t get your secondary school major
throw the motherf*cking controller like a rager
also to the haters, just know i f*cking hate ya
oh and lukey i made you, though i gotta rate you
thank you for showing me how to f*cking hate people
this life ain’t real, i’m buying eight meals
i hate girls, she made pearls
whatever the f*ck, she gets whatever she can go suck
then two f*cking minutes later she hits my line “hey babe i’m down to go f*ck”
i’m ramming in like a truck, she wanna play with my duck
she is amazing as crook, then the bullet came and she couldn’t f*cking duck, d*mn
i bust it in her e*y*e, then she wants to leave, fight me
she looking at my brother, she thinking that he might be
the one she wants, but i say “no you fat ass f*cking c*nt!”
i slapped him in the f*cking face, but he wants to save face
so i start a chase and pick up his case
then he gets hit in the head till he’s dead (ching!)
okay, she’s holding me down on the bed
she tried to drug me with meds
ties me up to the steads
then she gets a knife and cuts of my d*ck? (aarrgghh!)
okay, i’m tired of the f*cking topic of that sh*t
it was batsh*t, but whatever i guess she just wants my satisfaction
[chorus]
let’s bring hip*hop back to the way it used to be
we better get this sh*t heated befo’ the cops start shooting me
and then they go all biggie and they start lootin’ me
stop getting ghostwriters, ’cause it’s f*cking cool to be*
an emcee in the game of motherf*ckers who suck
but maybe with a strike of luck
you can be better but don’t credit me, ’cause i don’t give a f*ck
i’m heating up every f*cking track like a cook
do an interpolate without the credit and you stealing the lyrics like a f*cking crook
let’s bring hip*hop back to the way it used to be
we better get this sh*t heated befo’ the cops start shooting me
and then they go all biggie and they start lootin’ me
stop getting ghostwriters, ’cause it’s f*cking cool to be*
an emcee in the game of motherf*ckers who suck
but maybe with a strike of luck
you can be better but don’t credit me, ’cause i don’t give a f*ck
i’m heating up every f*cking track like a cook
do an interpolate without the credit and you stealing the lyrics like a f*cking crook

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