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Thirsty
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Erick Sermon
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Yeah Uh, superstar I said Yeah, huh Uh huh You ready? Okay Stand in front of the mic, I rhyme and pass the time, I passed the time, the time is past Thats how I pass the time with rhymes, like My rhymes divine, I stand in line, I said I'm waiting for my time to shine, and get a dime off of these motherf**kin' rhymes Stop, run it back, look at what I spit I tell you thats how I do, that purple I don't sip, your girl really want me cus she think that I'm a pimp, I feel like Fantano cus I'm feeling a light 6, yeah, uh huh I dont feel it though I dont feel the love All i see is drugs I see double cups I just wanna go They like what the f**k b*t*h you sh*tty boy, just leave us the f**k alone I left went back home, they really want me gone, and now I'm back on the grind again that sh*t is on Don't give a f**k about nobody who ain't on my lane Before you get the bread you really gotta get the grain I spit it, I get it You better and you thirsty, but if you tryin' to beat me, then I guess you ain’t understandin' I run this game, yeah I run this game I'm 'boutta win You might win, but you don't win the same I got the flow going on, you know that sh*t is flame When I get up in this b*t*h, this sh*t won't be the same Yeah, I bet you weren't expecting this sh*t at all Alright Going in, I ain't new to this, I know how to begin The rap game is treacherous, it want you to forget your friends I feel like you might just end up looking forward to the end Get messed up and take some pills and go get sent to jail by feds If you stay calm, you might just keep this sh*t under your arm If ammo was f**kin bars, I’d always be f**kin armed I keep a belt around my waist and that's the only strap I carry My music is kick-ass and almighty like Jim Carrey Sike, you’re motherf**kin' right, tonight's the night To poison you with my rhymes, like blight, don’t get me tight Get out of my sight, or you might be filled with fright That's right, yeah I said it right, let it go again like I spit it, I get it You better and you thirsty, but if you tryin' to beat me, then I guess you ain’t understandin' I run this game, yeah I run this game I'm 'boutta win You might win, but you don't win the same I got the flow going on, you know that sh*t is flame When I get up in this b*t*h, this sh*t won't be the same I switched it like blades, and I spray it like Glade This rap sh*t never fades I’m 'boutta raid the f**kin' game Now I ain't the type of mof**ka' wantin' to get wild I might drink a single Caprisun, as long as that sh*t mild I don’t wanna make my sh*t boring That's why everytime I write I'm in the skies, soaring I met a new woman But she ain't from Colorado Yeah, her accent foreign She got nice blond hair, and her dress orange Thats a lyric cause' I'm tryin' to get far on this All these other sh*tty rappers they just ain't no contest I got the flow going on, you know that sh*t is flame When I get up in this b*t*h this sh*t won't be the same, yeah Sike, you're motherf**kin' right, tonight's the night, yeah
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