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And my name is

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

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

And some of all is
And the gangsta mode
It's like this, fuck a
And the G code

We used to sell raw kill and toe tag
Now since 9-1-1 rappers waving white flags
But me I keeps it gutter, like before
I'mma so I stay prepared for war

Ain't nuttin' wit spoilin' a bitch
if you got it
Her suckin' you, you her
Gettin' and erotic

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

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

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

The pussy cream
Real niggas simpin', oh no
I'm sick of niggas, niggas
Throw my in a ditch, nigga
all I hear is bitch niggas

Fake ass R&B thugs in hot as
Wit shit messages and tite ass vests
Fuck hip hop, y'all call it simp hop
Sock that in the back of her head and take the cock

Hoe shut up, I'm to load the fuck up
And if I hear nigga in love I'm throwin' up
Load it up, the gun up
I'm fed up, cause radio wit wimp men
fuck you snuff heads 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 pussys

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

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

You used to be
What the fuck you lookin' for nigga
Standin' on the golf
Wit yo golf rappers
Get off drugs, xtasy is niggas into soft thugs

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

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

I gets full of liquor, and a stripper
You gets drunk nigga, up wit her
Drivin' yo shit, it's her shit
Under the surface, you like her
a nigga sick to his stomach

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

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

Hey baby, I to be a gangster rapper
But right now, I flowers
I love watchin' in the park
I love long walks in the park

I just you
I love yo kids
I love, I just poetry
I you