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so many rappers in love
On the
so many fake ass thugs
On the

Listen up
This is Mack one o, to all these
On the radio simpin' to hoes
What to the thugs, drugs and G hits
Talkin' all the soft shit just to a Biz-Nitch

And some of all is
And know the gangsta
like this, fuck a bitch
And the G code

We to sell raw kill and give toe tag
Now ever since 9-1-1 rappers white flags
But me I it gutter, just like before
I'mma warrior so I stay for war

nuttin' wrong wit spoilin' a bitch
if you got it
Her suckin' you, you her
Gettin' and erotic

But if it ain't ruff, it me
And I refuse to R-A-P, in R and B
You from Hardcore to pop
to be on top
I give Cool J his props and thats where it
Connect Nigga

There's so rappers in love
On the
There's so many fake ass
On the

There's so many rappers in
On the
so many fake ass thugs
On the

The pussy cream
Real ain't simpin', oh no
I'm sick of niggas, niggas
my radio in a ditch, nigga
'Cause all I hear is bitch

Fake ass R&B in hot as sweaters
Wit bull shit messages and ass vests
Fuck hip hop, y'all needa it simp hop
Sock that bitch in the of her head and take the cock

Hoe up, I'm bout to load the fuck up
And if I another nigga in love I'm throwin' up
Load it up, the gun up
I'm fed up, cause radio wit bitch men
I'mma fuck you snuff up

Soft niggas get the gay
I slap an R and B thug off his mothafuckin' piano
DJ's need to let the back in the club
too many fake ass thugs, too many rappers in love
Mothafuckas stiff

There's so rappers in love
On the
There's so many fake ass
On the

There's so many rappers in
On the
There's so fake ass thugs
On the

You to be hardcore
What the fuck you lookin' hard for
on the golf course
Wit yo golf rappers
Get off drugs, is turnin' niggas into soft thugs

Wit all these promises, straight
Bitches yo mama live
I know what it is
I'm the game lord, here to you
For lyin' to every that your runnin' to

show every hoe how fly you are
You's a mothafuckin' if you buy the bar
I'm buyin' two drinks, you skanks
Both of 'em mine, what chu

I gets full of liquor, and pound a
You gets nigga, pull up wit her
Drivin' yo shit, it's her shit
the surface, you like her bitch
Make a nigga to his stomach

There's so rappers in love
On the
There's so many ass thugs
On the

There's so many rappers in
On the
There's so many fake ass
On the

Hey baby, I used to be a gangster
But right now, I flowers
I love watchin' birds in the
I love takin' walks in the park

I just you
I love watchin' yo
I love, I just poetry
I you