Let's take it to the stage, suck up!
Cheating by three, your feet were sluffy
Passed the route, used the flow
And anybody can see that show up
Bengals won't last them now, hold up
Don't take it easy
Because I might be too late to walk by the skate
But wow, and in fact, bite my style
And I'ma get the pushes drunk, bust your crowd
This is my day to swing, your first mistake to bring
I got them seeds I can't hang
Don't forget, I'm afraid to swim
My name is Epic Slamming
I'm Paris Smith
I feel that cool as dark plastic
Ha ha, now who's my friend
I'ma let this slide, but you're only next time
You see me holla like you know me
My life story I tell straight from the heart
The suckers try to crash my shit straight
But I'm a young black kid
Deceptive for success, no old gold, no cocaine
But this is that straight up hard work
You know stupid, no shorts, weights on it
When you're skilled, if I'm too tall to keep swinging
You get knocked acquainted, not riding a binge
You ride the dig with your punk wrench
Straight up freaky, but punk serious
I'm added too fucked up, the real shitty from the backstab
Get my so called friends
Swim on my groove when it's time to play
To the bands around town, windows down to the south pound
Koojay, take 4k, solo's fell down
Fly, girl, you're sippin'
Skipping, sippin'
Old gold rapper, hands on my ticket
I'm just lappin' with my E.K. Shade
Drunk jubes, lockers, leave them in hate
But of course not, brother can't get it
Cops like Winston, when I cruise up the clock
In my 5-6, we flappin' on my metro phone
Cronk it, people won't walk the door
I'm like a sucker, yeah
You look dull the way that's when I know you're on my dick, kid
But it's okay, it's wrong, I'm a black
I ain't bustin', I'm a rascal
Trust it, my sound's crowned
From here to over now
I'm just a sucker, I'm a black
I ain't bustin', I'm a rascal
Trust it, my sound's crowned
From here to over now
I'm just lappin' with my E.K. Shade
Drunk jubes, lockers, leave them in hate
But of course not, brother can't get it
Fly, girl, you're sippin'
Skipping, sippin'
Skipping, sippin'
Old gold rapper, hands on my ticket
I'm just lappin' with my E.K. Shade
Drunk jubes, lockers, leave them in hate
But of course not, brother can't get it
If I fall out, what suckin' up, seasons permite
Fall out, my name, I wouldn't save my dime
Rappin' I'm not a new adulagm
B결 in fact, your bike splinches
Brothers back in my flow though
But son, you better don't
It's when they don't trust in the flinches we take none
Well a red is like two loads
My James, the scream's the sound
And musical's the radio
So improved up the Mauqua track
How anybody you're PZ
I bet you there's Jasmine
USA!
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