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lirik lagu rap, bitch! – xotrey

hottest in the motherf*cking city
hottest rapper in the f*cking city since grizzley
they playing my songs and i watch them get griddy
yeah i’m just a hippie off drugs till i’m dizzy
she text me she busy and i was like really b*tch
b*tch i’m the busiest and i’m so brilliant
million million, spit like reptilians
i got more game than the average civilian
feel like a villain who’s prolly gonna k!ll again
chilling on islands like i’m f*ckin gilligan
i’m just a kid rolling up dollar bills again
always have to make sure my cup is filled again
filled to the brim while i crack up a seal again
stacking up millions up to the ceiling fan
sat there and waitеd just stared at the ceiling man
starеd at the ceiling while your b*tch was kneeling man
oh
and i know that feeling man
old b*tch was cheating i wanted to k!ll a man
i had to chill and it put me on pills again
had to start over i had to rebuild again
no build a bear, i just wanted to build a friend
no fitting in i just wanted to be different
open her eyes yeah i wish she could see different
i am so high b*tch you know that my weed different
we do things different so weird around here
some weed around here with my mind and bong clear
it’s no f*cking luck this sh*t doesn’t appear
you have to go get it and then bring it there
fear fear, i’m drunk while i steer
didn’t think i would make it through the year
one thing’s for certain this sh*t’s my career
i’m off of percocet numbing my tears
knew i was different from all of my peers
i’m so sincere when i say shifting gears
i got some riders like i’m paul revere
spitting this sh*t like a d*mn auctioneer

hear hear, this sh*t ear to ear
cutting attachments got no puppeteer
sold out premiere the whole north hemisphere
hopped out the hotbox, get high when i’m near
dripping, pure dasani
off a lot molly, can’t feel my body god
yeah this b*tch up on me
when i’m at the party
yeah i need a body guard
and you think you got it hard
b*tch on me and she feeling my body parts
f*ck with me you get put where the bodies are
watch how you play your cards
get put in the zombie yard
wearing all red where the dead and the commies are
commonly it seems that all these other rappers copy bars
i’m a f*cking superstar, i’m super high and stupid hard
roll with me, i’m seeing green, you’ll prolly make it stupid far
hot like lucifer
need an executioner
to cut me off whenever my words get too absurd
sp*ced out, rings up on my fingers like i’m jupiter
she blowing up my phone so i’ll prolly end up muting her
dnd that’s do not disturb b*tch
pvp means you in the dirt b*tch
pov your girl in my merch b*tch
xl hoodies, xs shirts b*tch
xo working
xo murking
every f*cking beat i’m on like this sh*t is my purpose
elcee selling beats i’m selling weed just like a merchant
careful with the wording every single verse i’m on is f*cking perfect
every single girl that’s in your life has prolly f*cking heard it
every single girl that’s in my life has told me that i’m worth it
if your verse is lacking then i’ll tell you to rework it
if you get offended then i’ll tell you kick the curb b*tch
i don’t f*ck with rats, i don’t f*ck with vermin
bones made of metal, shout out to my surgeon
i was caught f*cking with the nurse b*tch
cuz she gave me extra percocet
i don’t need a permit i just pop out and i play a set
shooters round the venue don’t get close or meet the bayonet
old homies saw my numbers, heard that they became upset
love in every city, f*cking with me, watch them bang the set
designer hanging off my waist, sheets all mesh
balling on these b*tches shoot at the tall nets
lot of rappers from my state, respect
popping off at the mic got nothing left
the way i steal a show i’m surprised they don’t call it theft
only weed, some pills, and drink, d*mned if i’m caught with meth
i’m on some amphetamines, ain’t been getting rest
no sleep in your schedule when your name is known from east to west
it’s hard to stay humble when you know that you’re best
i’m so confident that i would tat it on my chest
she loves my name so much she wants it signed across her br**sts
i’m not signing to a label, that’d be signing to my death
guess that’d make me dead
more dead than my meds
i don’t think i’d die if i was full of lead
i could keep rapping and bleed from head
she scratching my back watch me bleed on the bed
old hoes were on me and bleeding my pockets, throw money and make them all wet
and you bet i’ve been offered to sing for so many bands but none the guitarist could shred
i’m in a black suit and blue tie like the pres
yeah i’ve been so depressed but still popping on press
this b*tch told me pull up, i told her say less
then i pulled out my phone and pulled up the address
getting so popular, i could’ve guessed
get out of poverty, get out this mess
got sh*t on my chest i can never confess
with your b*tch on my lap watch her getting undressed
yeah i’m really up next boy
i’m out the mitten like big sean you know that i pull up and wreck boy
i’m comin correct boy
i’m comin for necks
and i came down her neck
and she swallowed it all swear to god i’m impressed boy
you’re never my guest boy
the guest list is so f*cking short if you ask then i’ll get annoyed
last dj got deployed
what if cops got the boy
spitting this sh*t like on f*cking steroids
feeling trippy and sh*t on that f*cking pink floyd
f*ck to pink floyd, send her back to detroit
spinning off percs like a chair on the voice
i’ve been living this life cuz this life ain’t my choice
fear fear, i’m drunk while i steer
didn’t think i would make it through the year
one thing’s for certain this sh*t’s my career
i’m off of percocet numbing my tears
knew i was different from all of my peers
i’m so sincere when i say shifting gears
i got some riders like i’m paul revere
spitting this sh*t like a d*mn auctioneer

- xotrey

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