Stoggaf

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[Chorus] This is for faggots This is for faggots This is for faggots (You see me) This is for faggots This is for faggots This is for faggots This is for faggots (You see me) [Verse 1] Fuck throwin' shade, my rhymes gon' blast And I drink 'til I earl, tell 'em get up in that, get up in that Do what I want, munch trade on the piers Skin so soft, but the mouth too severe, ya hear? Am I comin' through loud and clear? It's a killa on the loose so you best beware Slow it down a little and switch ya gears Lotta rappers swear they real 'til the real shit appear Don't hit the line if you don't got the fee Biters want my shine, do they really got the teeth? Put 'em in the field, the same hoes couldn't eat I'ma always do me 'cause (This is for faggots) Been a truth teller 'cause I been that tea The wit, the full lips, and so sexy Like a private school girl, Cakes da Killa been quiche I'm a full course meal from my head to my feet like [Chorus] This is for faggots This is for faggots This is for faggots This is for faggots (You see me) [Verse 2] Yo, yo, yo But what's really, really real See, I'm so slick off rip like eels Sent that invoice and pay my bills And no, I can't relate to how a late bitch feel Cakes been hot like step-pops on grills Freak it mainstream with the overseas appeal Dressed to the nines, wanna see a look kill All the children in the vill say, "Yes, bitch, you ate that" Concentration, no hesistation Now bust it wide for the standin' ovation Fuck your validation, I'm busy meditatin' Out in Rio on my Mister Vacation Took the vaccine just to bust my loin Bout to move abroad just to stack my coin Pop ya shit, but you don't make no noise And I'm always jacked in on my search and destroy like [Chorus] This is for faggots This is for faggots This is for faggots This is for faggots (You see me) This is for faggots This is for faggots This is for faggots This is for faggots (You see me) [Outro] What type of cunt do you want me to be? What type of stunts is you payin' to see? I can make it blaze, raise the temp, degrees Got you weak in dem knees, best believe What type of cunt do you want me to be? What type of stunts is you payin' to see? I can make it blaze, raise the temp, degrees Got you weak in dem knees, ya best believe
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