Peep Stang Viper
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[Hook]
Peep the play of a figure (I win, time and time again)
As I watch for these bitch-made ho-ass niggas
These bustas don't know me (I stang, while doin' my thang)
I knew from day one, they was all marks, and phonies
Peep the play of a figure (I win, time and time again)
As I watch for these bitch-made hoe ass niggas
These bustas don't know me (I stang, while doin' my thang)
I knew from day one, they was all marks, and phonies
[Verse 1]
The ways I could count my cash is astronomic
The ways that I'm blowing up is atomic
No truth from competition, I'll allow no [?] to fight
[?] exist [?] twenties gets farther
My untamed words originate
From the mind of the greatest
[?] in every grind, they secondary
While my metaphors and similes make me primary
I'm made, number one, if you're curious
The leader of the pack, that's serious
These boys are talentless with no tact
They oughta gonna be real and ask for they rhymes back
From total failure, they try to bomb the real
[?] still fail [?] futility
To me these chumps were made to stumble
They done chose the wrong war, they can't win this rumble
Peep the play of a figure (I win, time and time again)
As I watch for these bitch-made ho-ass niggas
These bustas don't know me (I stang, while doin' my thang)
I knew from day one, they was all marks, and phonies
Peep the play of a figure (I win, time and time again)
As I watch for these bitch-made hoe ass niggas
These bustas don't know me (I stang, while doin' my thang)
I knew from day one, they was all marks, and phonies
[Verse 1]
The ways I could count my cash is astronomic
The ways that I'm blowing up is atomic
No truth from competition, I'll allow no [?] to fight
[?] exist [?] twenties gets farther
My untamed words originate
From the mind of the greatest
[?] in every grind, they secondary
While my metaphors and similes make me primary
I'm made, number one, if you're curious
The leader of the pack, that's serious
These boys are talentless with no tact
They oughta gonna be real and ask for they rhymes back
From total failure, they try to bomb the real
[?] still fail [?] futility
To me these chumps were made to stumble
They done chose the wrong war, they can't win this rumble
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