Whoville

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Rafael Casal - Rap

Whoville

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[Intro:] (We're here! We're here! We're here!) Ah, Whoville Oh me? I'm just a regular playboy Coming down with something to say boy [Hook:] I know I got 'em scared There ain't a hope, not a prayer N-now that I'm here N-now that I'm here, I do declare (We're here, we're here) I said I do declare (We're here, we're here) I said I do declare Myself, myself, myself, myself [Verse 1:] Oh boy the pay don't play I impress 'em from NY down to Bama I'm on my Olympic, the sprints are quicker and faster Movers, shakers, shift the terrain up Cause my brain upgraded from the streets in which I came up Like some bitch and fight the copper String me along, I'm on Santana with the strumming 300 songs and running, I told these hoes that I'm coming So whether you spit or swallow, you gon' taste a bit of something These clowns looking shook: in Cali we call that krumping Feathers in need of plucking, too many, I'm so fly So it's tough to navigate a game filled with fuckers and trife broads Broad side of the barge, my ships rock in the weather Turn back my ark apart but I carpenter it together Shining lights around me looking disco Ball's spinning in my court, I could just try to glow with it Slicker than Travolta, running combs through all this Crisco Only pussy crossing me, I can't help it if I poke a bit I joke a bit, I gloat a bit, I noticed that You toke a bit, come blow one back with the homies, shit Cause through my lens I focus it, yep Through my ends I dough a bit But don't blow it on no bogus shit Frisco blow got 'em blind, coked up quick But I can only cannoli and leave the gun and Corleone it No, no man is an island but I'm tryin', such a lion Leo ? is my brain bitch, look how I am styling And I roll with these Olympians, guess that makes me Poseidon What you selling? I ain't buying Rafael is not a client [Hook] [Verse 2:] Bougie broads now take notice Took off my big white tee Rock v-necks, now these freaks change focus Ain't it funny how a time can change Do it so Hennessy on these Coronas Street dudes with these diplomas read some pieces Read some thesises after selling thizzes to fiends and kids on a couple corners Met a couple coroners Cops that I could have killed for the cop out Of a job that they should have done when they saw one of my partners shot Cause somebody went and got a gun Whole lot of fun, drinks roll ? diamonds Then find out they counterfeit Tricked ya! But you stick with her cause she's got your son Pockets touching down on lucky struggling, let's do some fucking Pardon my cussin but pussy can fix so much more than Tussin Give me loving, put your clit on my tongue, let me feel you coming I can't help it, I'm inspired by arrivals from a woman The night is dark, days are chilly, life is hard, death is filthy Cut me apart, I'm a fillet, gut me and fill me up with tree Before I'm ? with the finest parts of life Let me light 'em up and get 'em high Put 'em up to the sky Tell the truth to a world that so frequently lies to me [Hook]

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  • Rafael Casal