Correction Paroles Beat Box 9 par Renni Rucci

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Let go
(Damn E, this sh*t exclusive) Stretch gang
Face shots to the face, don't trip on yo' lace
Mafia

I been waiting on the day a rapping b*t*h try to drop a diss
You talk sh*t on the slick but b*t*h we all know who the biggest is
I been counting Benjamins, look like I hit the lotto
b*t*h you know just what the business is, I'll really hit the Latto
I was really being humble
Could've been popping this big sh*t
Been icy like 3 summers
Bust down 41, that big b*t*h
b*t*h can't show me nothing new cause all that sh*t I been did
A hoe should really keep it cute before she get her wig split
God damn Alyssa, you look like Renni in all your pictures
How you take a b*t*h whole style then turn around and try to diss her?
Told Raffi ice me out
Big Renni pendant like a blizzard
When he asked you what you wanted know you showed him all my pictures
I'm sick of being nice
I let these b*t*hes slide with way too much
b*t*h don't wanna play with me, they always say play too rough
My flow sickening, way too tough
They sleeping, time to wake em up
Put these b*t*hes in a frenzy
Big Renni gon shake em up
I don't sound like no b*t*h
Hoe check the stats, I been like this
I been showing b*t*hes love
Ain't never faked, I been legit
And my name really hold weight and I had a major hit
But you can ask them streets about me, hoe
I been that major b*t*h

Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box

In Miami with my motherf**kin' heat out
With another n***a b*t*h, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I'm on my big goon sh*t
Ready to get it started, b*t*h, I got no sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me
Can't f**k wit' her no more, that lil' b*t*h, she do the most
I get my groove on every time I see them folks
I got the antidote, I'm thinking that's something you need to know
I'm smooth and I'm cold, she know my wrist on froze
Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
She playin' my song, I got her takin' off her thong
I'm tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone
Two rights don't make a wrong, it just go on and on
I'm kickin' sh*t like Jackie Chan 'til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I'ma up this b*t*h regardless

Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Th— Th— Thuggin' in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box

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