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Extended Famm - "FYIRB (Remix)"
Lyrics to FYIRB (Remix) : [Chorus] I dont waste time kickin rhymes about cheddar All I gotta say is fuck you I rhyme better I aint got no gators and I cant afford a leather All I gotta say is fuck you I rhyme better I bet you think those little raps you kickin is clever All I gotta say is fuck you I rhyme better While youre pushin a lex, we roll in escorts and jettas All I gotta say is fuck you I rhyme better [V1: SESSION] The flows you all say shows you are gay I put holes in ya body, and play flute when I blow you away you know you are played, dude still think he king but ya chic wrapped around my finger like pinky rings doin kinky things, turnin her inside out I doubt you cant last long enough to try out thats how im layin chics, ya ladyll get it cause ya rhymes are like radio edits, you aint sayin shit! you playin wit a dude, rhymin hot, thumpin on you fools only time I flop, is jumpin in a pool wit my arms open trom smokin, the hash blaza you dudes be all on my sax like Jazz players but fuck you, I rhyme better, best design sweaters and ya dime' get her as soon as I met her Session align letters to cause damages turn were you from into city of angels like Los Angeles [Chorus] [V2: TONEDEFF] Tone turns caked nig|gas to professional pie catchers High Action, Im apt to put in more legwork than a thigh master I finally figured how you could die faster Id number your days, but rather letter them instead and then alphabetize backwards Flabbergasted at how I send these rhymes past ya Youre the MVP of the National Fuck-up League and everyone in your squads a linebacker Im trapped behind a padded fence, Im that intense When all I see is skilless rappers fucking models with no fashion sense Braggarts get caught out there with popped flys Say you getting pussy.then your cats ass whistles when it walks by Youre looking to spot an embarrassing weakness' Well, you inherited sweetness, yo They called your cross-dressing father a tootsie-pop ^ Son, Im, son-ing you, son, and what not Hot as the suns son, son - avoiding all baby mama drama with Son block You stood at the bus stop with your Barbie lunchbox And now, you invented the remix' Well, I invented the cumshot [Chorus] [V3: PACK FM] Yeah yeah, I got cheddar, But I aint gotta rap about it I just knock a nigga out with, Rhymes thats shockin like an open outlet Fuck who got the doper outfit, Snatch you out of your surroundings We could battle for a thousand, What the fuck you know about this' Rhyme better, gooder, bestest greatest, With the newest, freshest latest Who can you impess with gators' Timbs are used for stomping craters In the chest of haters, Lexus, Benz and Escalad-ers Got you thinkin youre a player, Like the Giants, Jets and Raiders Youre a spectator! I got nothing left to say to cats Whore gassed about the latest fashion trends, Theyll be the first to lose and last to win And if you didnt know, the name is PackFM Dont cross the line, if you expect to shine You cant come close to mine [V3B: SUBSTANTIAL] I came here to whip ass and chew bubble gum And Im all out of bubblicious so yall in trouble snitches For yall a bunch of stitches til yall get dumped in ditches Now theres no tomorrow cock smoker sanunara So hot make hell flames feel lukewarm Burning alive the silly bastard that put you on Thats like asking a virgin to do porn You should be shot, stabbed, pissed and boo-booed on Yo I write hooks better than your last 3 songs Rhymes ghetto ass fat you got a baggy thong Loud mouths I shutem up wanna ride buckle up Bitch smack your shit raps back to West Bubble Fuck Id write you an ill verse and youd still fuck it up Sun Ive heard asthmatics with more breath control Could care less if youre plat or if your records gold In a battle better pray God protect your soul Cause when I bust your shit best believe its undeniable This raps impact will leave a tank undriveable Substantial aka the widowmaker Lady middle breaker faithfully you haters better take a knee If your crew was in the house there soon will be a vacancy Sent your men packing in hiding like Bin Laden You been lacking fuck yall we been doper You were born ass you came out the womb bent over! [Chorus] [ FYIRB (Remix) Lyrics ]
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