paroles de chanson Can I Rap - Bonus Track - Roach Gigz
My
flow's
so
sick
it
need
a
day
off,
I'm
dickin
the
boss,
I
won't
get
laid
off,
I'm
fly
as
an
Indian
got
my
legs
crossed,
I'm
talkin
feathers,
Whatever
Engineer
check
my
levels,
And
I
just
gas
it
foot
to
the
petal,
I'm
just
a
bastard,
If
she
open
better
smash
it,
Don't
be
surprised
if
she
shake
whatcha
baggage?
Ya'll
so
garbage
they
ask
what
I
am
and
I
tell
em
not
average,
Uh
it's
a
miracle,
I
look
in
the
mirror
and
go
"I'm
the
man
I
need
to
be"
Oh
it's
so
spiritual,
On
the
path
to
reach
my
dreams,
Passin
clouds,
tuck
my
thing
in
the
crowds
make
em'
think
before
they
make
they
move,
Knock
the
king
off
ya
chess
board,
Make
ya
lose,
take
your
queen,
make
her
scream,
make
her
squirm,
watch
her
turn
a
shady
180
Thought
ya
play
me,
Now
ya
lady
is
my
baby
and
she
wanna
have
my
baby
but
it's
bad
bitch
obey
me.
If
it
don't
pay
me
I
don't
touch
it
like
it's
rabies,
I
throw
up
the
peace
like
the
logo
on
mercedes,
Knew
this
hoe
named
mercedes
she
was
boppin
like
crazy
till
she
popped
outta
baby,
Now
she
young
and
she
dumb
and
she
don't
know
what
to
do,
So
she
leave
him
with
her
grandma,
move
to
the
next
dude,
I
cannot
respect
you,
Go
fly
on
a
wet
broom
and
fall
off
ya
witch,
I
wish
life
had
a
switch
and
it
could
go
slower,
So
I
could
just
chill
and
still
get
my
dough
up
They
talk
and
I'm
like
so
what,
He
not
on
my
level
yeah
ya
boyfriend
betta
grow
up,
If
you're
from
the
bay
then
yeah
you
should
know
us,
These
haters
are
a
migraine,
These
rappers
are
behind
me,
For
me
to
be
where
you're
at
youd
have
to
rewind
me,
Remind
me,
why
I'm
married
to
the
mic,
I'm
the
light
in
the
night,
Uh
oh
so
accurate,
Passionate,
Not
to
mention
to
get
ya
girl
on
the
mattress,
And
I'm
smashin
this,
Even
though
I'm
seeing
no
cash
in
this,
Eventually
I'm
tryin
to
be
rich
as
the
bentley,
I'm
mentally
prepared
for
the
worst,
prayin'
for
the
best,
Yes.
Whoooo,
lemme
take
a
breather
real
quick,
Okay
I'm
back,
I'm
in
my
fresh
white
beater,
If
she
want
me
to
beat
then
I
just
might
beat
her,
Well
I
guess
I
could
be
sweeter,
Treat
her
like
a
diva,
If
she
ain't
fuckin
good
then
I'm
a
fuckin
leave
her,
I
like
my
pussy
bald,
bald
like
a
eagle,
I
like
my
chips
fat
big
bag
of
doritos,
And
when
that
bag
pop
they
gon'
flock
like
seagulls,
Keep
faith
in
god
never
the
next
man,
Even
ya
best
man
who
was
there
for
your
blessins
will
fuck
your
wife
and
get
you
arrested,
Test
it
if
you
want
to,
Don't
say
I
didn't
warn
you,
Ask
why
I
do
it
I'm
a
say
I
was
born
to,
Anyway,
I
never
sold
lemonade,
In
the
7th
grade
I
was
scalpin'
tickets
at
the
giants
games,
Now
I
am
fame,
That
was
out
my
reach
like
a
flyin
plane,
Now
it's
close
like
jelly
on
toast,
I
used
to
rob
folks
like
somali
pirates,
Now
I
feel
rich
chicks
like
miley
cyrus
I'm
ready
to
shoot
like
a
fighter
pilot
After
the
lou
like
the
lou's
before
me,
Stop
listenin
to
rap
cause
ya'll
rappers
is
borin,
Roach
Gigz
man
2010,
I
got
this
shit
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