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the comission - v.e.g.a. (rap) lyrics

f*ck all that talking’ you sound like my b*tches
when i get to missing or when i go distant
i’m in the wrong league if you n*ggas my competition
i’m verbally abusing u hoes while i circle the globe
look how i’m tripping
in geneva with a diva, call her carnivore
’cause she is certified meat eater
you wouldn’t know what to do if
you did meet your meat beater
how many flows he got? that’s the first topic
how many hoes he got? b*tch, just stop it
i see what this is leading to
so if you ain’t sucking a f*cking woman
you could leave in a few
southern n*gga with a new york flow
i’m outta state getting cake, f*cking new york hoes
quite frankly, these rappers should thank me
miami n*gga with more stripes than the new york yankee
they said they have bars, but was sweeter than candy
f*ck your opinion, only dealing with hard facts
they toilet paper trash, they all ass

i’m unimpressed wit u n*gga
even wit a nike symbol on ya neck
they wouldn’t check for you n*ggas
i heard what you did for a check and
i lost respect for you n*ggas
if a spec of sense would even deck one of u n*ggas
that might be something left instead
of the death of u n*ggas
i ain’t gotta say it, i ain’t losing
my breath on u n*ggas
i got now & next, f*ck the rest of wit u n*ggas
she know i’m a dog, she wanna play fetch with a n*gga
you see i’m k!lling rappers, bodying s
like all i know is murder
rapper beef? i eat that sh*t like it’s a fat burger
miami’s nip, i just that they don’t catch me
in the middle of ap while i’m smoking
my spliff
know how i’m fly ’cause i’m on some sh*t
get off my d*ck, b*tch
get off my d*ck, b*tch
get off my d*ck, b*tch

i’m enterprising and rising to get the prizes
and i’m riding on these n*ggas
surprising them in the projects
never hide it, if you owe me check, i’m 4*5ivin
rob you blind but you still see death
dig in ya pockets, let them profits pop off
you soft like a baby’s ass
cross your legs, nail you to the cross
through your knee caps
relax, ’bout to relapse yo ass back to h*ll
ski mask will fit well while i’m f*cking your girl
f*ck peace, the streets is heated and
everyone feels deed
energy is depleted, the summer of sam is needed
for governmental proceedings
them heathen’s deserve a beating
you k!ll ’em and flee the scene and
choke ’em if they still breathing
f*ck ’em everyday of my life
i’m past the future, my momma is birthing me twice
and became the new poltergeist
supposed to fight for your right
but these n*ggas rather fight for
the right to wear a chain with
some lil’ ice
and here to get that sl!ck, run it and split
if it’s counterfeit, i’m coming for
your head with an ice pick
or bash your cranium instead, until i see red
and then i k!ll your ghost when you dead, mauf*cka
yea
somo’ lo duro donde quiera
somo’ lo duro donde quiera
somo’ lo duro donde quiera

- v e g a rap lyrics

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