Correction Paroles Blunts & Clementines par Kill Bill: The Rapper

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(Vocal exercises, isometric exercise)
It's Kaiju Billy in the motherf**king house
Ashing Backwoods on your motherf**king couch
I love it out west, but I'm coming from the south
And, boy, I got gold in my mouth (No doubt)
See, I'm a player with this sh*t, I got no time for politicking
Hating on Billy, but their boys prolly tripping
I'm sipping, bumping Mike Jones, Still Tippin'
Hand around the wood wheel, gripping, it's pimping
Baby, impossibly, I'm built different, maybe
I pop one, pop two, y'all need to get to safety
Yuh, yuh, the drip is crazy
All I been through, you think a diss would phase me?
Nah, I see sorrow with your finance, bruh, bruh
I be in the stu' off a Vyvanse, f**ked up

Tryna leave the messy sh*t out
Run all those doubts from my mind
So just let me get down onе time
Been drowning in the river so long I lеarned to swim
I could float down a current within
We know the end
So watch me drift on my odyssey switch
I'm never calling it quits, I'm calling off this sh*t
I'm a crip
And I don't wait till you see me
And I don't like the way that you treat me
Found my head light and I'm beaming
Got a feeling
I never wanna be trapped
Never one to unpack
I drive west with the sun on my back; it's like that
Feeling pretty simple with the windows down
Thoughts creeping up; gotta end those now
I just wanna know why there's still no sound
I just wanna know why
You gotta be so proud
Words you don't speak so loud
When you talk it's all soup to me, so peace those out
Pretty please
Smoke about a pound
Watch me chow down on the dumplings now
Wild style, EXO hold it down for the underground
Nasty when in the past me, they used to diss me
Hara** me, but now they're acting like I'm DaVinci
Blast it, I'll make a cla**ic, I'll write a sixteen
Spazzin', feel a chasm growing within me
Panic, I'm on the hammock, the world's against me
Damn, I understand that you all resent me
Yo, melancholy, no don't wreck this party
Once it takes hold, no woe, there's no anybody
Puts me in a hole, stay home, don't see anybody
Blues all grow, no no, take my errors off me
But there's no debug in here
So I jerry-rigged one with three blunts and beer
To reset my thoughts and restart my cares
Or else plead I disappear
Rav

Yeah, you know EXO, we out here. We out here pulling up. Stealing all of y'all shawtys, aight? Yeah all y'all houses, all y'all money. Yeah, we out here. Why nobody out here wanna pull up to our sh*t? Talking, acting like you "ahhhh"; f**k all that. Yeah, we finna pull up on you. My man's Rav, my man's Rav, the illest rapper out here. None of y'all better. Eminem? Doo doo. 50? Doo doo. Mase? Doo doo. You not seeing my--yo, f**k all of that, bruh. You ain't seeing my clique, bruh, for real. Ay, where's Bill at? Ay, nah, matter of fact, where's Scuare at? Scuare's cute, singing a**, bruh? Come the f**k on over here, bruh. Show everybody what's up, man. Smooth a**. Do your little silent snare sh*t, man. Tip your toes, and sh*t. Yeah, beat style, we out here, gang EXO taking over all 2020, 2022, 2027

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