Talk To My Bitch

Дата: 2016-10-04
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Yo,
S to the D - SpeedDemon,
And SpiDD records presents
Hmm,
Ha,listen,bitch,
I was born for music,for rap,for producing,
I cant allow any kind of losing,
Im holding the streets,Im looking for my upgrading,
Im a motherfuckin' misunderstanding,
Im like a big fuckin tower,
I have fuckin power,
If you stay in damn shower,you still watching me,nigga,
My dick is bigger,than yours,
You can say only two words to displace the Speed D,
You are going to rest like a Kanye West without damn test for your fuckin success,
Ive detected in press,
No time to regress due to this fuckin stress,nigga,
My car is Impala which costs lots of dollars,
I spit on rules,I forgot my lose,
Theres a damned police which are hating a peace,wants destroy the justice,
Im gonna to risk,
Im just insert old disk with track Fuck The Police
Turn up the volume,please,
Ill build fuckin peace and get fuckin money to make my life easier than origami.

HmmIm depending of money,
Look at me,bitch,Im a motherfucka rich,
Im rest at Brighton Beach,
You never reach me even in dream,
Im like a sunbeam,
Im a part of my team,bitch,theyll teach you,
Oh,damned IQ,youre so stupid like my dog,
In your head is damned fog,can you talk with me? No,
I wanna know how much time Ill suffer from it,
Of course,youre like a crap,like a damned shit,
Listen to my beat,crap-girl,
Im worthy to be in a hall of my fame,but you not a same like me,like a Speed fuckin D,
What you know about me,whore,what? Oh,my story is short,
I was born at the streets,at my ghetto,
Drank amaretto,smoked a weed,always was in the lead, But you still be a kid,the little damned girl

I dont wanna to quarrel,
Im just wanna run from this problems and continue my progress in rap,
Do you wanna clap-clap?
Oh,I dont know what to talk to my homies about you,
You was showed at Bayview?
Youre famous bitch in the States,now Im not hating you, Youre still a club girl for me,
Im like a Big-E, I dont worry about police,drugs,cash,
I can slash you few times according to my rhymes.
Maybe Im a P.I.M.P, again,you dont know me,
You dont know how much costs all my life,my music,my name,
Youll never be in hall of my fame,
Youll not come to my concert,you can only to listen to Mozart,no more,
Youre simply a whore,uh,welcome to the church,sinner, You still have time to dinner,I can wait few fuckin minutes,
To check myself and get out of here,
I dont wanna to hear you again,
Your words like a pain for me,
I really cant see any ways to avoid you,
Fuck you,whore,fuck you