Pirates!

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Khary & Inkie - Rap

Pirates!

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[Intro: Khary Durgans] Yo, this that motherfucking Love & Anchors I don't think they gettin' it I think they like that fu-gay-zi, that Fugazi shit Nah, nigga Nah, nigga Back the fuck up off the yellow rain coat This shit's me It's my flare [Verse 1: Khary Durgans] Well hello there Hi, my name is Khary I like anime, I like Asian girls But don't rhyme that shit with sorry Just got old man in that seat Tryna make a million off of that, G Word to Joven I've been focused Though I got hennie all in my P Shoutouts to my Beyonce girls that be like yes Getting head in the morning Nigga, I woke up like this I woke up like this My nigga, you rockin' trucker fit I need to add more fuck-its to my bucket list Do shit for the fuck of it Like Bruce Lee with a Uzi Or Kool Keith, and 2 piece I'm 2 street I'm lying I've been bumping 2Pac, on some Holler if ya hear me, 'cause really, what's love? If these rappers don't fear me Everything I touch is fire, I don't see the smoke clearing If you tryna put me out, you need a crew or Dennis Leary I'm captain like Morgan There's no need for voting Your girlfriend, she writes about my dick in her Moleskine I'm postin' like clothespins My new sins, me old sins Part two, and on the first It's that Matrix Reloaded [Chorus:] Yeah Go and stack your paper, if a nigga got what's mine And I'm nosey as a neighbor's eye, ah Screaming I don't give a fuck Death at sea, man, that's just a pirate's luck If we die, when we die, may we all reach the sky Spread my wings if I don't, least I had a good time If we die, when we die, may we all reach the sky Spread my wings if I don't, least I had a good time (Raah) [Verse 2: Khary Durgans] Hi Often try to save the world But lately I've been tryna save myself and fuck my girl Had a dobie, all edition This might be a long mission Ever since that Love & Anchors all my haters gone fishin' If she bad I'm gon' mmh nah I ain't even worry 'bout bitches I ain't even worry 'bout niggas I ain't even worry 'bout the fact that I don't have a backup plan My nigga called shotgun, but he ain't legal So he had to sit in the back of the van, goddamn Claim that you flyin' the land You ain't even worth like half of a gram You are not fam We are not close You to me are as uncle is sam Real as this jersey gon' sand It won't work 'cuz I seen your plan And I got 'em goin' crazy like by [?] Please don't talk that umbak You soft as Hansen, MMMbop Hip hop, ba du bop You ain't hood, you two blocks You ain't 'screet, you [?] You hypebeast, you shoe copp Gangbang, I do not But don't get me mad, yowusa You talkin' all of that hoopla You can go and suck your mood, ah I'm sorry for your beast, big wild B, like Wall Street That straight money, that all Keith We don't understand what ya'll speak, we all peak [Chorus:] Yeah Go and stack your paper, if a nigga got what's mine And I'm nosey as a neighbor's eye, ah Screaming I don't give a fuck Death at sea, man, that's just a pirate's luck If we die, when we die, may we all reach the sky Spread my wings if I don't, least I had a good time If we die, when we die, may we all reach the sky Spread my wings if I don't, least I had a good time (Raah) [Interlude: Inkie, Khary Durgans] I've been on this road to long, they think I'm turning back home 'Cuz every way that I go, feel like I been here before Now it's just me and all my niggas tryna break out the mode We took that lab on the road, and I just hope it won't blow Oh lord Pretty toes and red pantyhose They say that I need a grammy flow They say that I need a right contract and a pussy pink and them xannies though Life works like a boomerang Throw the word of god, he'll throw word right back Boomerang like Eddie Murphy Her feet dirty, she get cut like that Innovating, nigga so alike Called it imitator, say I been a hater Ain't masquerading what ya'll debating King of prototypes, you the masturbator Gon' let them, err, l get aggravated, man All my shits is incubatin' Tryna show me down, everyone's a star Rap so empty without Inkie, right? (Got that flow deeper than pinkie's [?]) Rappers really wanna make these rounds in a freaky Brung that girl from Georgetown, this doggie-dog about to chow down Speak my name and I DKD Seek my face like Mohammed Niggas always shoot for stars, we ridin' on Haley's comet, whoah Never chasin' on, you are too busy peggin' news Never away to cruise 'cuz all my niggas making moves, ah

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  • Khary