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ya uncle! - soraxleblanc lyrics

[verse 1: zaptanicus]
sendin’ a shot to ya uncle, uh
b*tch, get back, that sh*t ain’t gon’ help, uh
dig that n*gga out the rubble, uh
said i’ma sit back, watch at the kickback, tryna watch you yn’s struggle
he take in a little too many bullets
tryna get close to god ’cause the perkys wouldn’t
i was talkin’ to unc, said, “he shouldn’t do it”
but he f*ckin’ did it, now that n*gga ben is*, f*ck ben!
n*ggas talk a lot on my d*mn name
i got too much, little you can’t
you gon’ get touched, touchin’ my chain
losin’ yo name
you’s a f*ckin’ b*tch, so get up out the way
duckin’ out the game
washin’ simulator, still ain’t gettin’ paid
washed up simulator, whatchu wanna gain?
ridin’ my d*ck, i am not a train
rap a lethal weapon, need to get it trained
basically the same (uh, no, you’re not)
excpet i’m cooler in that way
freeze up еvery time it mean a band
hands up, uncy, madе it to the stands
he up, autine gave a helpin’ hand
we up, b*tch, i’m feelin’ like the man
but you get banned, how you get canned?
glock like to spray, get a free tan
workin’ wit’ ya opps, workin’ hand in hand
everybody talkin’, thinkin’ they the man
everyone movin’ in secrecy, n*gga, we alreay seen all ya plans and they way out
and i’m tracin’ the image your body has given me, gotta be honest, you’re laid out
[verse 2: soraxleblanc]
talkin’ guns, you better slide first
hollow hit his tummy, make his side hurt
n*gga talk a lot, but he ain’t doin’ nothin’
i’ma plumber, show her how the pipe work
make the waterworks flow
got a couple weapons on my hip, i pull the .38 and put a bullet through his dome
movin’ like a very, ain’t know that i’m a rookie, couple months, and now, i’m sittin’ on the throne
keep a heater, i’ma leave a body frozen, if i up it, then you know, i’ll let it go
feel like google, if you cl!ckin’, i just pop up on ’em, you ain’t gotta search, i got a chrome
everybody think i run a bakery the way a n*gga got a lot of*
nah, lemme back track, put ’em in a box like zoom
droppin’ off a spider, feelin’ like i’m doom
talkin’ way too hot, then i’ma let it boom
you ain’t talkin’ money, i ain’t got a clue
i don’t rock with shwaty, got a lot to do
rock ya body, shawty, make ya body move
inumaki movin’, talkin’ through ya tooth
movin’ like i’m maki, pop up wit’ a tool
b*tch, i’m locked in, all you n*ggas drool
b*tch, i’m locked in, i ain’t locked down
n*gga, f*ck you, n*gga, f*ck clout
you ain’t talkin’ money, better walk out
diamonds on my wrist, i made the rocks drown
how much money in the wallet? lost cout
you can’t get a check and have it not bounce
buddy talkin’ nonsense, buddy talkin’ sh*t, i*i*i*if you talkin’ sh*t, you better talk loud
[verse 3: blxdesmith]
yeah, you better talk loud in this b*tch
‘n’ it look like fallout in this pit
boy, we can’t hear you, sad that i took his b*tch ‘n’ i made her feel at home
she said like ryuga, that b*tch talkin’, i spin left
i’m like a sensei to this man, but i still shot him in his chest ‘n’ he said
“i got shadow tag, b*tch, who the f*ck you runnin’ from?’
know you wouldn’t shoot even if i stand in front of the gun
feel the buzz, gaara in the sand, i feel the power rush
shoutout sora, zapt, roasted, mobbu, streamin’ them a most
you cannot ever say that you is tapped in if you ain’t f*ckin’ wit’ blx
turn ’em into some ash if they redirect
i’ma catch ’em all, swear i’ma be the best
got a parasyte flow ’cause i locate a heater ‘n’ k!ll him, his bullets won’t leave a dent
worries burnin’ my face like i’m harvey dent
hardly meant what i said ’cause we hardly met
b*tch, shut up, or else eat my cutta!
you can’t be my lover!
you try talkin’ on my bro, that’s cool, can’t wait to tell my brotha!
i’m immune to all yo bullsh*t ’cause you normal, i’m a ghost!
i would say clock in, but you unemployed, so lock in, or you toast, b*tch, ugh!

[verse 4: rap*roasted]
we gon’ run ’em down
if you finna swing, you better not foul
ball up in yo field, you gonna strike out
you gon’ lose yo head, you stayin’ in the clouds
wait, new toy, but i ain’t about plastic
was fresh out her box, just wrappin’
take this package, stupid
at least my strap work for itself
ish automatic, bih, you a lame
you is a dweeb, say it to your face
like sora the key, cut ’em wit’ a blxde
you a on a tee, wash ’em finna fade like tie*dye
i go that blue on a pattern
tool a yapper and i’m shootin’ the chatter
you is raditz, beamin’ you with your brothers, your crew a capper
gassin’ you up like saturn
newest rapper turn your boo into casper
talkin’ real hot, he caught, i brought a piece up
i got that frost, i dot ’em ’til they freeze up
he wanna box, i box ’em with a beam tucked
he*he*he ain’t got cash, or bread, or rack, and no doubloons
screw yo pitch, i’m so intuned
thot takin’ my nuts like okarun
how do you*, h*h*how do you sell? sh*t was free
i only clap if somethin’ in it for me
foldin’ yo mama, yo lineage weak
fondue, i had to dip for the cheese
gohan, only one handed a beam
first with the two and one, man a sixteen
stay in a hot*pocket, i’m in the zone, i’m makin’ waves when i man a machine
[verse 5: mobbu]
mm, shawty think too hard, it’s gon’ make her brain hurt
gettin’ to my heart, not gon’ work ’til you gimmie brain first
icin’ out my place, i make this sh*t look like it’s cain hurst
mc not the mic, it took too long for the main verse
n*ggas get a check and get too stagnant
b*tch, i’m standin’ on my business, get the f*ck up out my mentions
if you ain’t touch a band, then why the f*ck is you pretendin’?
i focus on my own, could give a f*ck about what’s trendin’
you know this girl a fan of me
banks so big, like fanum be
n*ggas blow sh*t out the neck, like i ain’t hearin’ how they fannin’ me
b*tch, you not a man to me
you livin’ in a fantasy
sh*t gon’ make you lose yo sanity
sh*t, i think i’m low on battery
n*gga try to batter me, they focus on some fallacies
you know those snakes don’t rattle me
’cause all that sh*t don’t matter, b*tch, i spin you on yo head if you go ‘head and try to battle me
sh*t, if n*ggas bite the apple, they gon’ see just how this adam be
b*tch, don’t try to break down my castle
glass cannon, this sh*t too fragile
got a problem with my sh*t, then n*gga, please, go change the channel
oh, wait, n*ggas cannot think, forget they movin’ like they cattle
sh*t, i better go get my satchel
’cause i ain’t movin’, call me havel
spittin’ that sh*t, no camel

- soraxleblanc lyrics

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