No Airplay

歌曲歌詞

Yeah the rugged a** style I possess

They got the

goin from Bel Air to baggin up sess

Mother

right

in his corn

You shoulda never put me on this mic you was warned

I got

chasin behind my path for garbage bags

Hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags

Huh I'm on my mother

game like dat

I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat

All the mother

tracks in the world can't save ya

When I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya

Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin ridiculed

is critical we're fightin at the pinnacle

I'm burnin

like a cracker do a cross

Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe this is a real flow boss

Makin

understand my language

Then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage

To whom it may concern youknowhutI'msayin

We're gonna do this right here word is bond huh huh

Cos it's a jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay

(A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay)

I wanna do that one right yo

To whom it may concern on this mother

test

I got the zest to clip ya thru ya vest

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