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Issa Rae
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Ham Sandwich (USA)
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Uh, ain't change the number, still can't reach me Only change I'm chasing 3G, channel changing like a TV, too remote to ever see me Uber back and forth from work, I still got Were-Bear up on repeat And the fans still in my mentions, over snippets I ain't released Shao just dropped the ETA Songs up in the back, I work with n***as I can't even say Haters give me money off the songs that fans don't even play Shawty hit my line, I got her wet before she see the waves, tryna be my Issa Rae House out the city, the farthest from that Might hit a lap round the yard in the back Loving this cash, gave my heart to the rack And the add is like Adam, a garden attached I make money off rap, I'm a target for that Get applause and a clap every bar that I snap When you keep moving forward, it's hard to look back And the last verse I dropped is too far in the past I keep on double texting, she came with triple D's I'm posting on the whip, so every pic's Initial D And now they f**king with the vision, they ain't see initially To hit the boof, I need the fee, I can not spit no sh*t for free Whistle while I whip the work Eighty five on eighty five, we'll see who hit the limit first 01 when I hit the Earth, better 'fore it's getting worse Catch a pu**y Twitter lurking, turn him to a missing person, he gon' need some different merch Kill a chicken, then we send 'em to churches It's different, we send 'em in hearses Inumaki, I be spitting in curses God talkin' with the bushes I'm burnin' Nodding off to your hooks and your verses Draw and it's lookin' like curtains You ain't no pimp, you a simp and a virgin Young Yay tryna skimp on a purchase Washed up, get 'em rinsed Celibate king, I ain't leavin' any prints You rappin', but I ain't convinced Watch your six this summertime, call me Vince Summertime, call me Toro, many arms, call me Goro Them bullets kickin' like a Burro We dust 'em up like a Churro Put 'em underneath the borough That's where I'm plannin' to leave him B*t*h can not handle no defense You switchin' mans with the seasons Think I'm tryna be a phase, you tweakin' Geekin', I got bigger things I'm seekin' Got a lot weighin' me down You just tryna be a reason That's an issue, I don't need it Anger managed, grab a toy and I'm squeezin' Me and my boys in a meetin' Eagle on me, finna bow like a deacon Smoke exotic, Puerto Rican Mir sipping 'till he Spinnin' Like Mina F**k with him, we hit it screamin' Wonder what caliber we boutta feed you He bite the toy like he teethin', ay!
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