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D-Pryde

6 Foot 7 Foot

 

6 Foot 7 Foot


[Verse 1:]
Excuse my persona green tea Arizona's skins cappuccino whether like to mix a mocha neck ain't' even froze up but I'm loco with my locas plus my wifey drive me crazy so I called that girl my shoffer hit the beat sammy sosa swagger leaning like a poster she sitting on my lap and say it's comfy like her sofa shootin like a pistol plus she hold me like a holster she says I got the neck so I call her my sherona these rappers never get it I tell em' get off my scrotum they worshipin my pole like it's religious totem is it living so nice you dudes are right behind my jeans if your lifes great mine is greater with no tiny cheese yaw confuse my eyes and think that pryde just be curt chinese still got ya shortie bendin down like she trynna tie her sneaks prizzy keep on doin this pullin crazy music chicks reapin for my Asians until the day I die stupid rich hundred thousand youtube hits so haters all will get destroyed young prizzy or young pretzel boy

[Verse 2:]
Oh my god where my head go all fans vote me no pedro gotta race in the game and you dudes all last and you never had a vote in ya life tho futuristic I ride with the best flow been doing this since the getcho it's spectro deck I'm the best at deck got the wu tang check yo neck flow wait stop the instrumental put the beat back on let me get tho put the doves in the air like you just don't care even if I ain't reapin for the west coast don't you like it when I go fast broke boy still reapin

[Verse 3:]
Got no paper cause no money always be on absence homie real geeks don't wear number squad glasses never touched the pot not a fan of ceramics wipe away you greasy rap artists I'm fantastic I'm as bout as good to Canada as steve nash is or like drizzy drake I'm like the bootleg cause I'm that sick massive my fames growing slowly on the internet I'm considered as the best and I ain't reach a mili yet ask the freaking fans they'll freakin say that pryde is freakin fresh not alot to swear but your girl said I'm the freakin best go hard when I role through rappers don't want me with their tofu dudes goin supersayin like goku killin all these beats that you produce right killin all the time plus I got this game steady on my mind hittin hard on ya let me take my time all you little bad boys ain't got no shine wow I'm really weird I'm proud and your girl really wants me deep inside so I tell her no get a descent mind and I kill it all you dudes say oh my god god I be killin major contr acts I be signing 6foot 7foot that's my hyper when I'm ryhmin cause in this rap game I'm a giant

done

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