Los – Roman's Revenge (Freestyle) Lyrics

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Los (hahaha)

Omg stand back you can not be serious
A box of tampax couldn't stop me period
I be killin' every track so the slayer never stops
I just bang bang bang like the Wayans bros pops
Will I take a brother's spot
Dont cops hate niggas

Don't paper cover rock
Dont rock break scissors

Dont I say the sickest shit
Make a critic shit
In his britches
Make British bitch
Send me titty fit
Go shorty its your birthday
Gave her 50 cent

No bucks no bank yup shit's ridiculous
Haters finna get back
3 feet I'll get that 3 feet pushed back
3 feet I meet the track
Like track meet actor
Least break the record
So whoever made it after
Me's takin second
Take a second recognize the motherfuckin level I am on
2nd place is only good when you buyin homes
So whatchu buying homes, Impalas on polished chrome
YES! cuz a nigga got next like collar bones
(uh uh) I be crushin them faggots
And my bars O.D but im a functionin' addict
Catch a nigga in my lane and I'm a dust em in traffic
Im a deadbeat dad I dont fuck with you bastards
I got one .22 two loaded clips
Three .45's 6 shots and a couple of caskets

Then I snap snap flashback backtrack
Black hat backpack black ac blap blap blap blap
Wack rap cats get nap mats I'm kat stack
Black lac' all black snap back my cash stack
I'm past that the point of no return
If a nigga snitchin on me then that pointer don't return

I knock his mask off that nigga stealin from me
And I chop his hands off then his pointer don't return
Burn from the fire of my litta richa
Study this it might make you a little richer
Great balls of fire no Little Richard
I'm cut too big for your little britches
My truck too big for your little bridges
My nuts too big for you little bitches
To suck on so get the fuck on or fuck off

Your heart disappear when its war time no love loss
Wuddup dawg mention me I get gung-ho
Getcha haters up like me and Miss Monroe
One more time for my niggas in the jungle
You're a ant I could make a lion say uncle
Fester invest in the ves im the bester
Blessed her mic like mike like drexler
I love ropes and rings I might like wrestlers
I'm restless I jump on the mic quite reckless
Etch-a-sketch watch with the light bright necklace
All yellow avirex bright white Lexus
Knock your block off not quite like Tetris
Throw my bone out to your wife like fetch this
Question whatever the question is I'm the answer
But put this on repeat I dont miss a beat I'm a dancer
Answer me this how many you niggas just can't believe this I smashed this Jesus!

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