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anti clean rap, nigga where the green at? RZA take your sweat I had the balls the size of bean bags Not what you're used to, bitch I rep the bluza And the label fools gold, jeans with medusas Bitches wanna scoop us, their pussy like loofahs Y'all niggas losers cop clothes from the boosters Hoes wanna choose up of course they gonna choose us These stupid ass niggas wouldn't know what to do copy wack niggas that's what they made you The game's so trendy, that's why these labels fail Cause they don't care about music, just first week sales So they say you need a hit, a chart toppin' single That's why it's called commercial, because you need a jingle A smash crowd banger, play it all night long You never get on, without a radio song So this my radio song (2x) She wanna ride the wave, watch me do my swag surf Party like a rockstar never bought a makeup purse Songs with no villains , but she feel my thang on her Stripper with a leaky ceiling, I'mma make it rain on her Taught me how to Dougie I'd rather see you jerk Skeet skeet, on the walls and her skirt She'd rather hear a love song about what she getting But not from Danny Brown, cause bitch I ain't tricking Do the pretty girl rock and even though you ugly Getting dirty money, but bitch I ain't above that Ice cream paint job Heavy duty Chevy — not a beamer, benz, or bentley There's no originality, carbon copy singles He made Black & Yellow , I'mma make Black & Emo That's why these whack rappers, they never last song Don't care about music, just radio songs |