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Taylo I Am Rap - Intro Lyrics
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Yeah I'm back you know that it's fact
You know it ain't cap
My bitch bad my bitch
Foreign my bitch phat
This that smack this crack
You need to relax
It's like I ain't clean my ears out good
Had to put it on wax
That other shit out
Yeah it's boring
Put me in the game
And I'm scoring
Bitch I'm so fly
I be soaring
Hit her last night she made eggs in the morning
Some bitches don't even make it till the morning
Used to be poor
Now I'm Important
Went from the norm
Now I'm enormous
In Lincoln right now
This summer I'll Porsche it
Designer kicks now
I used to forces
Yeah I'm the man
And I mansion
A whole lot of cash
A lot of expansion
I don't need no genie
Wish still granted
Cross me once
I don't give second chances
I keep the rocket
No Steve Francis
Ain't got no management
I still manage
Might cop Gucci
Some dapper dan shit
Everything paned out
Why I would I panic
Everything mapped out
The way I planned it
This ice hitting
No titanic
Say it with your chest
Little nigga Fred Sanford
Sig right here
Give a nigga more than cancer
Running with a sack
Nigga feeling like Santa
Smoking headband
Got me feeling like the answer
I keep a flame
It's lit latern
What's your cash app
That's it it's transferred
Back you know that it's fact
You know it ain't cap
My bitch bad my bitch foreign
My bitch phat
This that smack this crack
You need to relax
It's like I ain't clean my ears out good
Had to put it on wax
Nigga you ain't trapping go get a job Tommy
I hit your bitch in my Tommy's
I ain't dej loaf nigga please don't try me
Trigger finger itchin' ain't poison ivy
Got Real niggas and killas beside me
Real hittas ain't talkin bout Big Papi
Ttg train to go no stopping
Pull the stick out for the ice no hockey
Kicking dat shit
I don't need no karate
I do it Big
You can not Pac me
I ain't Roddy
Nigga you can not box me
Glove on in the field
Like Jeremey Shockey
Got a brown bitch
I call her foxy
I'm a real nigga
You can not knock me
I do what I want
Bitch I'm cocky
I won't lick the cherry
But she gave me topping
This shit make me want to go grab the Nextel
I'm posted up till my next sale
These niggas tell it Ezel
Make the chopper sing yeah this Maxwell
And now I'm wearing masks to the store
They act like I ain't never been masked up before
And nah I ain't gotta say it 'cause it's real
Just sit back relax quarantine and chill
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Yeah I'm back you know that it's fact
You know it ain't cap
My bitch bad my bitch
Foreign my bitch phat
This that smack this crack
You need to relax
It's like I ain't clean my ears out good
Had to put it on wax
That other shit out
Yeah it's boring
Put me in the game
And I'm scoring
Bitch I'm so fly
I be soaring
Hit her last night she made eggs in the morning
Some bitches don't even make it till the morning
Used to be poor
Now I'm Important
Went from the norm
Now I'm enormous
In Lincoln right now
This summer I'll Porsche it
Designer kicks now
I used to forces
Yeah I'm the man
And I mansion
A whole lot of cash
A lot of expansion
I don't need no genie
Wish still granted
Cross me once
I don't give second chances
I keep the rocket
No Steve Francis
Ain't got no management
I still manage
Might cop Gucci
Some dapper dan shit
Everything paned out
Why I would I panic
Everything mapped out
The way I planned it
This ice hitting
No titanic
Say it with your chest
Little nigga Fred Sanford
Sig right here
Give a nigga more than cancer
Running with a sack
Nigga feeling like Santa
Smoking headband
Got me feeling like the answer
I keep a flame
It's lit latern
What's your cash app
That's it it's transferred
Back you know that it's fact
You know it ain't cap
My bitch bad my bitch foreign
My bitch phat
This that smack this crack
You need to relax
It's like I ain't clean my ears out good
Had to put it on wax
Nigga you ain't trapping go get a job Tommy
I hit your bitch in my Tommy's
I ain't dej loaf nigga please don't try me
Trigger finger itchin' ain't poison ivy
Got Real niggas and killas beside me
Real hittas ain't talkin bout Big Papi
Ttg train to go no stopping
Pull the stick out for the ice no hockey
Kicking dat shit
I don't need no karate
I do it Big
You can not Pac me
I ain't Roddy
Nigga you can not box me
Glove on in the field
Like Jeremey Shockey
Got a brown bitch
I call her foxy
I'm a real nigga
You can not knock me
I do what I want
Bitch I'm cocky
I won't lick the cherry
But she gave me topping
This shit make me want to go grab the Nextel
I'm posted up till my next sale
These niggas tell it Ezel
Make the chopper sing yeah this Maxwell
And now I'm wearing masks to the store
They act like I ain't never been masked up before
And nah I ain't gotta say it 'cause it's real
Just sit back relax quarantine and chill
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Writer: CHRISTOPHER WILLIAM ELLUL, SPENCER HARRISON PAGE, KELVIN CLAUDE SWABY, DAN TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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