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James Harden
02:25
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Bestie
01:40
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I need the baddest bitches
As my best friends
Yeah ya shawty be all in my DMs
Her body a ten
But she lookin like Ayn Rand
Think they John Woo
Im like Ty Lue
Ima bring adjustments to the gameplan
I be cleaned up in the Gucci
They aint even think
I was the same man
New money bringin out
The best me, and we
Fightin the blade of the mushrikeen
Deuce Deuce spill the juice of fiends
Whose noose can reduce the dream
David Dukes tryna doom the team
Shit really comedy
I got flavors that ebony, ivory
That mahogany talkin monogamy
But i fuck with the trey, that's polygamy
Undercover, they tryin to get with me
And im never relaxin, im stackin
I tax for the feature like Uber deliveries
Might just put half a bar in ya eulogy
Wait
Ghais the hunter of paradise
That was never a debate
Niggas aint seen a rapper that was this
Hungry since 50 Cent
Lost the weight
Aye
I could sell out every state
Big G puttin food on ya plate
They imitate but they never replace
Black God, the superior race
Look
Came from the lava with
Llamas and food for the mommas
That's battlin real qualms
Keep my hand steady, ready to
Turn the Birth of a Nation to
Stillborns
Touchdown, new shit finna hit
Like fye
Reach for the champ
And we hit like fye
Clips stay fye
Bitch stay fye
Mention my name then he ready to die
She cant behave, said the dick is a lot
Drip the only time i fuck with a cop
Did so much damage in so little time
Shit almost like i was born to be hot
I suggest you keep it PG
We got clips if you thinkin that shit is kawaii
I cannot wait to cop BBs
I be saggin Ksubi to show off the glock
Lawyer just had to get CC'd
Doin mob talk, yeah we really got ties
Giftin you niggas, i switch up the flow
I got so many styles that i cannot flop
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Take Out
02:30
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Blew ya whole week on a outfit
We in the telly with bitches they
Shake it to songs that
I didnt put out yet
Treat a bad bitch like a blicky
Not puttin a foot in the city without it
We the real steppers
The only time they be big steppin
Is when they on clown shit
I want her whole team
And my nerves bad, dont approach me
Know some niggas thats pushin the opium
So the fiends can destroy they lonely
Never knockin a hustle
Which is why im
Steady tryna party with Chioke
Niggas bitches be ugly
Im mortified
Know that i fuck with the 10s like
MJ when he step with the 45
Bald headed bitch cook good
Like Binging with Babish
Im livin lavish
Im tryna live in a world
Where all of these crackas
Go out like they Ashli Babbitt
Why dont save me the sad shit
I give the gun to the rabbits
Thought i told all you niggas
That we from the bottom up
Now we flippin the standards
Im tryna get me a chain that's so heavy
Feel like i be liftin the planet
Solid niggas that be takin the dive
For the team no Tyler Lockett
Weird niggas steady tryna collab
But mi no fuckin hablé
We the type niggas that move with the
Guns that blew out Shinzo Abe
We got guns and they got guns
So go head get to cookin
Or leave me lone
I leave you lone and we can keep it pushin
I put ya kid in the news like Pusha
Know that they tee'd up
But I cant really blame em
I be talkin that shit when im broke
So imagine the shit that i say when
Im famous
Bad bitch playin lookout
Sauce me at the cookout
Grew up round that cookhouse
You see why im shook now
Big Goyard, im booked now
I cant help ya self doubt
Mickey D's, macs out
Order hits like take out
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Hans Niemann
01:57
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And as the world spins on its axis
I had to move backwards
Cheated thru the class
Momma ima be a rapper
Treat it like its bad
But i treat it like a passion
Got the whole world thinkin
Communism a fashion
Nationwide love
Hashtaggin for the cousin
Article after article
Little nigga im buzzin
Favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Know ya idols bumpin the kid
I used to be slumped in the crib
Now they panty droppin
And bra throwin
They keep on askin me bout Needle Drop
And all thats in motion
I knew the block was steady feenin
Allah gave me the potion
Now i move a crowd of hundred
Strictly off the emotion
Goddamn
Did it for myself then
I did it for the fam
Did it for the fam
Now i do it for the planet
Came a long way from
Bologna and cheese sandwich
But every now and then
Niggas cravin a cheese sandwich
Cause you could take the God out the hood
But you cant take the out hood out the God
Ima say it proud
Know the game need me
Win by any means, Hans Niemann
Real niggas losin to the needle
Sistas gettin killed for the cleavage
Every Black soul on this Earth
Is internally bleedin
And every breath i take is
Gonna put me at risk
I know that my first shit had put my ass
On a list, but fuck it
Only one way to live
And i pride on zakat
All of myself to yall is what i give
Is you down with me
I need know is niggas down with me
Is you down with me
Them white folks tried clownin me
In a sea full of clownery
You're up 2-0, what's the story, are you not happy or
You're only half happy or
What's there to be happy about
You're up 2-0
Job's not finished
Job finished
I don't think so
Okay
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Ghais Guevara Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
#GoyardComin
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