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• Artiste: Pope Gregory XIII
• Titre: OMD
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When I'm on the beat, I feel like Jeffery Dahmer Mixed with Poppa, little bit of Pimp to charm em Grab some Problem and a bit of Bush to bomb em Don't ever push me to the limit on the Keke palmer You an easy target And im feeling heartless Gotta roll up the dutches before I go retarded When I'm finished with you niggas meet yo dear departed Raps darker than Akon in peak of August Better stop that! How you hate but on my nut sack? With all these bitches in my snapchat Tell them hoes to fall back No distractions in the fast track But I could still beat it blue black Yeah, you know I keep it trill Half a mil in my sights You too contrite, not acting right Let's roll the dice and see tonight If pope the only nigga in building who can say he bout the life Been hitting licks since Micheal passed A nigga only did it cuz he strapped for cash These ignorant white kids who flaunt the stash So lucrative cuz they quick to turn they back Now who popping tags? Confused cuz they thought I was foolish "Oh, Tone wouldn't do this No way we can prove it" Made off to the jewelers With my crew of troopers I bet you feel stupid I coined the word ruthless You looking altruist My pockets feel Jewish My circle exclusive My jeans is the truest I don't need a ruger My words'll split through ya And leave you with bruises Got no time for losers A deuce for the moochers They bitch look like Rufus With hair like a loofah Her jaw like computer Im stuck like Medusa I'm not yo average savage, on the track I'm going psycho Tryna buy my mom a condo when I'm balling out like Micheal Walk it out between the clouds, kush so strong we call it Rambo Moving to quick for you niggas, to catch up you gone need Lipo Fresh up out the dealer, watch me whip with no Silento All the niggas jocking flows like these rappers work at Kinkos Swear the Pope, he is so gifted like he got made by Kris Kringle When I step into the room all these bitches acting single On my dick! There's enough to go around, please gimme space All on my dick! Yo, you can take yo time, this ain't no race All on my dick! Can't quit saying my name when I'm on stage All on my dick! If you tryna get paid, lemme see you shake All on my dick! Centerfold be my centerpiece Talking, it don't do shit for me Done earned my stripes, I'm a referee Ya man's has seen all kind of cheese Feta, gouda, cheddar, mozzarella Next is Allie Brie Headed for the top and all the ops would make good casualty Chop you up like I'm Ramsey Fancy women hot boxing in my camry I could never hate, do you understand me? Yous a dinner plate wit a side of brandy Got a loaf of bread to ya pocket candy On some child shit, like Billy Mandy We ain't the same boy quit comparing Or get wet up like a plane when its April raining I'm a nuisance that's changing the game So you keep yo two cents and stay in yo lane I keep a hunnit, can you say the same? Girl is a potrait, I knocked out the frame This type of shit cannot ever be tamed Flow like a nine, it'll blow out ya brain She good for one thing and that thing is toupee I'm repping third string cuz you know I don't play All these body bags in closet Ah, shit time dig in they pockets Profits telling me ain't no stopping Polished, head to toe on my god shit I mean, when I spit they see comets Obvious I got fans out in Compton Tropics got me high as rocket Launching,killing yall with no conscience [Hook]