Battles 3k_cebo vs roccout_corey
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Start at (0:34)
- ayye bitch im tha don,
- no ion play wit no guns,
- if i want i can fuck on your mom,
- but all these rappers my sons,
- tryna get bread by the ton,
- you kno me im the one,
- but that hoe he wont run me my ones,
- talkin bout smoke he want none,
- cuz i got all my opps in my lungs, (tooka tooka)
- yea hoe i'm really the king
- you kno that pressure is what i bring,
- hoes be talkin that shit but they never wanna swing,
- Gold on my neck and my teeth, bling bling
- Nigga im like a firebird cuz ima bring all the heat
- but niggas gon get cooked up like im fixing dinner
- yea ima rapper but ian no killer
- yea bitch i'm tha don,
- no ion play wit no guns,
- if i want i can fuck on your mom,
- bitch all these rappers my sons,
- tryna get bread by the ton,
- you kno me i'm the one,
- but that hoe he wont run me my ones,
- talkin bout smoke he want none,
- cuz i got all my opps in my lungs, (tooka tooka)
- Pause at (1:25)
- Waking up in the morning always doing the same thing
- Tryna make it work I'm tryna make a change
- Can't fuck with some bitches cuz some bitches be strange
- Niggas tryna run from my gun, but I got a endless range
- Bitches be tired of you niggas, they want yall to be exchange
- Well sorry nigga you gotta go cuz ima be taking yo place
- But may god be the glory and give you all his grace
- So hasta luego nigga see you another day
- yea bitch i'm tha don,
- no ion play wit no guns,
- if i want i can fuck on your mom,
- bitch all these rappers my sons,
- tryna get bread by the ton,
- you kno me i'm the one,
- but that hoe he wont run me my ones,
- talkin bout smoke he want none,
- cuz i got all my opps in my lungs, (tooka tooka)
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Intro: Corey
- Yeah
- Verse 1: Corey & ABG Neal
- On the block with my mans, tote the Glock in my pants
- Throw the rock with my hands, throwing shots, it go blam ()
- Verse 2: ABG Neal
- Tell that bitch "When I fuck you, don't pull on my braids"
- Tell my ex "suck a dick," hope that smut die from AIDS
- Verse 3: Corey & ABG Neal
- And my lil’ bitch gave me brain and I skeet on her face
- Got my mask and my gloves so I won't leave a trace
- Caught a charge from my grip and I still beat the case ()
- And I beat on my chest, you could see that I'm ape
- Verse 4: ABG Neal
- It’s ABG, I bust out .83 and make 'em hula hoop
- Who is you? Opps walk past me like they don't know who to shoot
- Trap be jumping like a frog, I'm with my dog like Scooby Doo
- Bought my Lucky Charm, but the diamonds look like Fruity Loops
- Verse 5: Corey
- Like who is who? I bust up out the coupe, I might just shoot at you
- He acting tough, I might just have to show him what that Ruger do
- And I'm shooting like the magic, show 'em what that voodoo do
- I'm pulling up with that (*gun cocks*), it go doo doo doo (Blat!)
- Verse 6: ABG Neal
- Pull up we bustin', not for discussion
- We play with drums like shit is percussion
- Stay with the hammer like this is construction
- Drink too much Henny, might shoot up the function
- Verse 7: Corey
- Not with the cuffin’, I only want fuckin’
- Sipping this D'Usse, I might just start dumping
- Take down the plug, and now he got nothing
- Trap steady booming, they got my phone jumping
- Niggas they see me and start Forrest Gumping
- Stay talking hot but I know they be bluffing
- (Niggas they see me and start Forrest Gumping
- Stay talking hot but I know they be bluffing)