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lirik lagu bullseye – white wappah, solo

[verse 1: white wappah]
yeah, i don’t think much
but this rap game, imma master like a degree
wanna make sure no one comes close to me
when i get on a beat there’s no stopping me
when i get on a beat there’s no stopping me
imma wreak havoc like mobb deep
this beat makes me wanna do the dash like geometry
imma prisoner inside my mind the way i’m always thinking of bars
but must have liqour inside my system the way i’m always thinking of bars
got all this green on me like i play for the cеltics
so f*ck your semantics
even my girl knows i’m a hopelеss romantic
sick of being underrated and sycophantic
but still work wizardry with words like hocus pocus
thinking your raps belong in the league is bogus
and i’ll be rappin demonic like shady
i’m winning rings like brady
with this razor i’m gonna go crazy
yeah my demons are callin
but i don’t ever wanna be fallin
pull up to the court and i’m ballin
call this attack of the drac spillin blood on the track
when it comes to fire i don’t think it i speak it
don’t wanna think much, just wanna tell a story that’s untold
do this rap sh*t when i’m down low
make an impact before i’m too old
k!llin this sh*t and i’m only 2 0
oh
[verse 2: solo]
like katniss i’m shooting the bow (katniss)
i am picking between the flows (i do)
i am bowling them right in a row (oh no)
oh motherf*cker b*tch i’m solo (i am)
give me some time i’m gonna glow better get out of here with your ego (please do)
gonna k!ll this sh*t doesn’t matter with the beat though give me a semi i put that sh*t to auto take your ass out with no ammo (godd*mn)
don’t even matter don’t even try to justify just got a notify that your new track you made is f*cking dry (dry)
i
tell me what tell me what
f*cked up with your words
there’s so many cuts but not the one in your gut
tell me i care but i don’t give a f*ck
still do the same sh*t your so f*cking stuck
i guess your plays they ran out of luck
godd*mn (godd*mn)
got caught on cam (oh no)
pink is better and its a jam boring ass job oh god not pam (pam)
are you selling paper or acting faker don’t make me a guesser
don’t have any money your dinner is waffles b*tch i’m f*cking hopper (stranger)
switching hue like i’m f*cking copper
and i’m leaving this track like a shopper

- white wappah solo

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