Bluffer

CHORUS:

I Said it- You -- make this so easy
You can't do nothing for me- you don't do nothin but bore me, talking the same thang you cats are lame mane.
The game dun did a 360- and most of yall cats are lost on the mix of- garbage **** rappers- and I'm here to clean up the mess


VERSE 1
DERF DA JUGGANOTT


yo- call me sanitation,
folk dun forgot the hotness that hip hop supposed to bring.
But instead they incorporate the weak for, gimmick slogans with more cucci-But there's more than bull-ish to keep America a float G.I. Style.
Show me the money-call me what you want,but I'll take it- and start my own company for sure.
Entrepreneurial- stank percimilla, getting back to rapping-these rappers slacking, I want some action.
Call me action Jackson, taking you suckas and you don't know how we did it traction.
Murder any of yall with a hit song, I ain't gotta be the most gangsta-cause imma emcee.
Thank you for reminding me, for making songs that mean something with potency.


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VERSE 2
LIL PRE'


Its been along time coming but I'm back in this game, been gone for a minute ain't a damn thang changed.
190 Deadman bout to make this game blow up, when we show up- you rapppers ain't gone have a lick of luck.
I don't know what yall been told, half you -- ain't had a -- million albums sold.
I think you better change your mind about rapping, cause the way you're running your mouth player it ain't gone happen.
Cause we keep rapping- keep stacking – and keep trapping- we gone keep making money like a chain reaction.
So you better get your boys right- and keep it tight, when we come thru the hood- it ain't gone be a pretty sight.

You wanna make it big- drive a hummer and benz, I suggest you follow us- cause playa we gone win.
Pro2col's bout to take over this rap-ish,
We're going hard ain't no time for quitting haters you're bull-


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You're all funny- talking bout you're killers homie, you're all crummy-get you **** off the block phoney.
Baloney-cronie we homies nah black- you don't know me, yours pat pat- mines go blit dat dat.
Yea I see you – you barely at the so spare me,
Then garbage rap battle disses man you're blowing kisses.
Don't let the door hit you- where the Lord split you,
keep talking smack and the gat gone hit you.
Imma grown **** man known to chill,
you boys like to fight and ill while we relax and build.
Yes I see your grill don't let me g an fill your thrill, and spit lead at your dills you're on the floor with your blood spilled.
I'm on that gully now it's time to get ugly pal'
your girl told me she juicing me at the mote she love me sal.
I got that narly ****- sexin we hardly stop,
She going back saying that good mood lollipop.


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