Correction Paroles Best Rapper in the f*ckin World par GoldLink

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Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
Play that back, uh
Let me hear that, uh
[?], uh, uh
[?], uh
Woah-woah, woah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Rocket two by night, uh
Keep a hammer and a two-two
Shoot a n***a with that uh-huh
Lil' b*t*h think I’m coo-coo
Freaky like Adina
Sing songs like Alina
Wet like Aquafina, legs slippery light like Gina’s
This my baby momma sh*t
She like when I rhyme like this
Baby like when talk like this but you still ride baby momma whip
Pac when I get too real
Pop then I got two deals
Ant won't do it then Luke will
And the gun jam and I shoot still
Poppa was a Rolling Stones, momma kicked me out and said, "Don't come back home"
Trapped my lil' ass off in a back room with a thin mattress cover in the basement night
Couldn't call my mother, had to get these packs off
Get a Mercedes bike, settled for the Porsche, you know I kept it light
I lost wait, hmm, uh, a lot of n***as to gunfight
Long days, from LePearl days, and the metros, no bald fade
In hallways, had to part ways, 'cause the streets had, my lil' mind made
We killed most our enemies, had to kill my own too
By fourteen or fifteen, a n***a was real live grown dude
So don't talk to me or chat to me about your phone
About your friends, about my post, about my man, Mac, yeah he gone
And he did, what he did
And we was young, damn near kids
But it's coo and we coo
And I love, he love me too, so give no f**k, what the f**k?
You n***as care to f**kin' do
I do not know, nor, do I follow
I know one thing though, when you this hot, this d**k get swallowed
Soul gone, f**ks not given this heart is hollow
I wanna kill rappers, these b*t*h n***as is shallow
La-la-la, la, la-la, the [?]

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