Woah
Tame poppin in, here to win got a grin, tracks you spin weak as tin
Apart of the 7 sins, yeah
Step into my lair, see me in my chair
Not givin a care, hairy as a bear
That's my flare, you wouldn't dare I'm the mayor
Of this city getting litty, suckin yo bitches titty
Snuggle up wit her kitty
No question why she wid me she here for the big D
Make here squeal with glee
When she sees me on TV
Her pussy drippy, it like daddy lick me
Her bean gets the flick, then I give her the kick
Woah
Hit up Brock to snort the fat rock
Get that lock jaw, then hit the d-floor
I want some more, visit my plugs store
He's got that raw, pick up four caps
This shits off taps, you know I'm on that
Mic, spittin like a dyke
That doesn't know left from right
Woah
Hah yo gotta hit fast, grip it tight, bouta rip that mic!
Show em who's tight, when these rappers start comin I'll be Prepared
I'll be gunnin I ain't scared
Jumping like I'm ric flair, rockin like I'm Dave grohl
All these kids don't know, I'm prepared
To dethrone any actor Claiming to be a rapper
Anyone fake I'll eatcha like a fat girl on cake
Here to devastated and Reillustrate the rap Game
And restore it to glorious fame, taking it back to the original Way
You'll see my name on day!
Let's take it back to the days, where people really sprayed and didn't na na na
In all they ra ra raps
I wanna see the facts, I wanna hear some tracks
That ain't all about ya stacks, or about how many hoes ya sniff out Rack
That shit wack, show me were them real mcs at!
Until then I'll just keep writing more facts! Yo I'm out with That aghhh
Stuck on the east coast
GC, Queensland
Livin as a f*ckin ghost
Like i'm damned
Gonna make the most
Yuck lil fat lamb
Before i turn to toast
Shoot shots like nam
Its time for me to roast
Woah
Reppin 4214
Steppin my gas
To the floor
Never seen last
Out the door
Not an easy task
To ignore
You try to mask
The hate you bore
As if you a nark
Im explorin herblore
Woah
Ignore the law
Smokin the bush
Hot enough to thaw
The best kush
You can have one cone
Not any more
An ounce to push
Or smoke, or bake
I toke away my day by the lake
Your bitch, we bukkake
If you're unlucky, the sitch is kinda f*cky
Eat her up, fried kentucky
Argh
My bars, like esquisite cars
You probably wont get one
True fans, these bars'll send you to mars
Weight in ton, I'm done
Woah
LILA - GC Underground (feat. Melbzz) Lyrics
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Woah
Tame poppin in, here to win got a grin, tracks you spin weak as tin
Apart of the 7 sins, yeah
Step into my lair, see me in my chair
Not givin a care, hairy as a bear
That's my flare, you wouldn't dare I'm the mayor
Of this city getting litty, suckin yo bitches titty
Snuggle up wit her kitty
No question why she wid me she here for the big D
Make here squeal with glee
When she sees me on TV
Her pussy drippy, it like daddy lick me
Her bean gets the flick, then I give her the kick
Woah
Hit up Brock to snort the fat rock
Get that lock jaw, then hit the d-floor
I want some more, visit my plugs store
He's got that raw, pick up four caps
This shits off taps, you know I'm on that
Mic, spittin like a dyke
That doesn't know left from right
Woah
Hah yo gotta hit fast, grip it tight, bouta rip that mic!
Show em who's tight, when these rappers start comin I'll be Prepared
I'll be gunnin I ain't scared
Jumping like I'm ric flair, rockin like I'm Dave grohl
All these kids don't know, I'm prepared
To dethrone any actor Claiming to be a rapper
Anyone fake I'll eatcha like a fat girl on cake
Here to devastated and Reillustrate the rap Game
And restore it to glorious fame, taking it back to the original Way
You'll see my name on day!
Let's take it back to the days, where people really sprayed and didn't na na na
In all they ra ra raps
I wanna see the facts, I wanna hear some tracks
That ain't all about ya stacks, or about how many hoes ya sniff out Rack
That shit wack, show me were them real mcs at!
Until then I'll just keep writing more facts! Yo I'm out with That aghhh
Stuck on the east coast
GC, Queensland
Livin as a f*ckin ghost
Like i'm damned
Gonna make the most
Yuck lil fat lamb
Before i turn to toast
Shoot shots like nam
Its time for me to roast
Woah
Reppin 4214
Steppin my gas
To the floor
Never seen last
Out the door
Not an easy task
To ignore
You try to mask
The hate you bore
As if you a nark
Im explorin herblore
Woah
Ignore the law
Smokin the bush
Hot enough to thaw
The best kush
You can have one cone
Not any more
An ounce to push
Or smoke, or bake
I toke away my day by the lake
Your bitch, we bukkake
If you're unlucky, the sitch is kinda f*cky
Eat her up, fried kentucky
Argh
My bars, like esquisite cars
You probably wont get one
True fans, these bars'll send you to mars
Weight in ton, I'm done
Woah
Tame poppin in, here to win got a grin, tracks you spin weak as tin
Apart of the 7 sins, yeah
Step into my lair, see me in my chair
Not givin a care, hairy as a bear
That's my flare, you wouldn't dare I'm the mayor
Of this city getting litty, suckin yo bitches titty
Snuggle up wit her kitty
No question why she wid me she here for the big D
Make here squeal with glee
When she sees me on TV
Her pussy drippy, it like daddy lick me
Her bean gets the flick, then I give her the kick
Woah
Hit up Brock to snort the fat rock
Get that lock jaw, then hit the d-floor
I want some more, visit my plugs store
He's got that raw, pick up four caps
This shits off taps, you know I'm on that
Mic, spittin like a dyke
That doesn't know left from right
Woah
Hah yo gotta hit fast, grip it tight, bouta rip that mic!
Show em who's tight, when these rappers start comin I'll be Prepared
I'll be gunnin I ain't scared
Jumping like I'm ric flair, rockin like I'm Dave grohl
All these kids don't know, I'm prepared
To dethrone any actor Claiming to be a rapper
Anyone fake I'll eatcha like a fat girl on cake
Here to devastated and Reillustrate the rap Game
And restore it to glorious fame, taking it back to the original Way
You'll see my name on day!
Let's take it back to the days, where people really sprayed and didn't na na na
In all they ra ra raps
I wanna see the facts, I wanna hear some tracks
That ain't all about ya stacks, or about how many hoes ya sniff out Rack
That shit wack, show me were them real mcs at!
Until then I'll just keep writing more facts! Yo I'm out with That aghhh
Stuck on the east coast
GC, Queensland
Livin as a f*ckin ghost
Like i'm damned
Gonna make the most
Yuck lil fat lamb
Before i turn to toast
Shoot shots like nam
Its time for me to roast
Woah
Reppin 4214
Steppin my gas
To the floor
Never seen last
Out the door
Not an easy task
To ignore
You try to mask
The hate you bore
As if you a nark
Im explorin herblore
Woah
Ignore the law
Smokin the bush
Hot enough to thaw
The best kush
You can have one cone
Not any more
An ounce to push
Or smoke, or bake
I toke away my day by the lake
Your bitch, we bukkake
If you're unlucky, the sitch is kinda f*cky
Eat her up, fried kentucky
Argh
My bars, like esquisite cars
You probably wont get one
True fans, these bars'll send you to mars
Weight in ton, I'm done
Woah
Writer: Dylan Melbourne, Elijah Lorenzo
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid