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Back To The Topic -King Colee

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Carolina blue kicks pedal to the metal

Feeling like a puppet and the devil is Geppetto

Letter to the ghetto hold your head high

You can pick apart my raps I ain't told you na'lie

I want a little dark I like to **** a tan line

Go on look for a better ni**a girl you can't find

Fine young man with an old man mind

No time for the tickle **** the whole mankind

Aw no ma'am I'm an old land mine

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

Now I'm armed and I'm Fayetnam's finest

Carolina's savior m*******a blazer

Only on occasion 'cause my mind be racing

Lost in my thoughts so my eyes be Asian

Thinking how these rap *****s gotta be faking

Whole style obviously copied pasted

Plagiarized swag may arrive last

But when it's all said and done I'm a be ahead of them

Way that I describe it prescribe a ni**a medicine

What that I be fly I be higher than the Jetasons

Moving on up ni**a higher than the Jeffersons

All about the Benjamins bad chicks Send them in

Basic hoes Toss them out can't even get Waffle House

Hating *****s Chalk them out go on get the coffin out

What you talking about Lil'man

My sh*t hair burning you not even a lil'tan

I'm ill enough to kill cancer baby I'm chemo

Down in Miami and I throw like Marino

Get a whole lot of you know and she bald like an eagle

No not on top but down there

She say she want to hop on top

Girl I don't care

You better get yours fore I reach mine

'Cause then I'm throwing peace signs

If you a freak I can take you to your peak

Girl I do it to the maximum Nissan

And I hope you a believer

I'm quarterbacking

Trying to get you open like receivers

Far from an overnight achiever

Cole is like the leader of the new *****s

To tell the truth I'm only ****ing with a few *****s

If that the rest of you *****s get lapped I sit back

And reflect on the rap game

I came from out of nowhere

Ni**a I swear them lames ain't know how to prepare

Got *****s shouting out The 'Ville I gotta go there

Boy don't you know you get shot over there

I say my prayers 'cause this life ain't fair

A bunch of backstabbing *****s hope the knife ain't there

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain't there

Yeah late at night

When I got the phone call and made her right

But my crib was straight ahead shorty gave me head

Hit it then I quit it before she even made the bed

Damn I'm no good but damn it's so good

I'm picturing that body like a camera phone would

Something like Rihanna while I'm up in that ******

Type of chick that only dress in something that's designer

I could give a **** as long as

There's something that's behind of her

Got the type of bump that make a dog wanna ****

Back to the topic actually forgot it

Hoes money I'm the sh*t oh yeah I'm reminded

The way I put the words together cleverly align them

These other rap *****s should never be a problem

And I'm ghost

Ni**a

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