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lirik lagu rhyme tyme freestyle – sharoyce antwan

[viper:]

most of these boys are cakes/
i ride with nothin but snakes/
honor amongst thieves/
i’ll leave you in a dead breeze/
i see how these boys be talkin/
like little b*tches, they mouths be talkin/
but i’mma leave em deep
wrapped in chalkin/
cause i’m a mad dog barkin/
i bet not see you on my street/
if i do you gon see plenty heat/
eleven bullets comin straight at your face/
at your dome, cause you is a disgrace/
have you ever seen a k!ller?
a heartless n*gga/
the type who’ll leave you as a dead figure/
that’s me
p*ssy ass dude… h*ll yeah, i’m rude
heard you been talkin from all ya boys/
but everybody know that was just some noise/
you wasn’t gonna do nothin
or back it up/
cause if you do, on my life you gettin stuck/
with a knife and a gun and everything else/
i’ll leave you dead on the top of a shelf/
what is the shelf?
the shelf of campbell soup
where b*tch ass dudes go for talkin fool*ish
to some heartless k!llas
p*ssy ass boy you ain’t know i was a thrilla
i’ll leave you dead
sleepin in a ditch
then back door and sleep with your main b*tch
that’s how i do ya lil fool
now if you wanna be real and if you wanna be cool
you better get like me
and stop being a lil p*ssy
trick b*tch!
[sharoyce antwan:]
the low*key high roller creepin with the cobra/
methlab supernova * dope be too explosive/
john wick sippin corona * out to fill a quota/
i lift a damsel on my shoulder while i get to know her/
i’m paid in crypto for a show
just call that bit promotion/
autistic bout my chips * i draw that pistol on ya/
the hunger gettin uncontrollable when b*tches on me/
excuse me, ma’am, but it’s a stick up when a n*gga h*rny/
there it is
different money like lee
the bigger money/
free movers realty money
non*existent fithy money/
baby yodas in chinchillas
frivolous go spend it money/
snort a bump with a hunnid
that’s that five star stuntin yeah
…
you ain’t even had to scheme me fam/
watch out because one day you’ll have to meet these hands/
these n*ggas on some other sh*t/
sucking d*ck with the same lips that they kiss they motha wit/
i’m on some gutter sh*t
pistol whip the kids and cut a b*tch
some real ugly sh*t/
b*st*rd, i’m so active as them boys in cali/
f*ck around and catch you slippin in an alley/
so jurassic, f*ck around and get yo ass kicked/
movin 5150 ratchet i’m a natural…/
born k!lla, i’m the real maula
got a scheme to see you bleedin cause i’m heartless/
aw sh*t, i done did it again/
they catch catch em * gingerbread man * pis in the wind/
got the dope the same color as the michelin man/
pistol play got them boys in a pickle again/
god d*mn
catch these strays and hot hands/
knock you out in front yo d*mn fans * i’m not playin/
sit down to pis for this * you not man/
oh you got hands? you betta pray that glock jam/
or k!ll yourself fore i turn to my gorilla self/
donkey kong launch the barrel n*ggas melt/
the last hardcore rhyme that n*ggas felt/
let it pop until them boys flatline and meet the devil/
you all scrooge mcduck on the money
or micheal phelps
but im swimmin like a shark and i’m gon catch you by yourself/
cause i’m dangerous
a rapist on some angel dust
push them panties to the side and put them ankles up/
plus i came with cuffs
where’s the radiator?
like puff daddy, i’mma take it take it/

- sharoyce antwan

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