Testo di Intro – Ryme E ft. D-Gutta, Finesse, Ryme C’

[Intro]
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Ryme E
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Yeah, it's your boy Finesse
I'm tired of saying my fucking name man

[Verse 1: Finesse]
Aye, aye, I don't give a fuck who you is or how deep your crew
You niggas pussies, better off in two piece bathing suits
You niggas is scared, you niggas is soft
Got the heat up in your hand but the safety stay on
Go ask your man, I know your plan
You niggas here for publicity like making a band
But I ain't makin' a band, I just got hoes in my room for a one night stand
You could be hot, but you freeze up like ice
The only man I'm scared of is Jеsus Christ
I'm tryna be nice, but you niggas keep on hatin'
And the shit rеally startin' to get irritating
I mean, if I was you I'd hate me too
Yo Finesse flow sick, that's how you catch the flu
And when I'm done poking you from the rear
You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the fuck outta here

[Verse 2: D-Gutta]
Look, okay, watch this like a Rolex
My flow strong, I think it's doing BowFlex
I'm all about green like Bay Packers
Your girl is the QB nigga and I'm finna sack her
You keep running your mouth you like a parrot, but you ain't seein' me, I think you needa eat a carrot
Look, I got more fans than a motherfuckin' hot room
When Gutta on the scene they say "Uh Oh" like Ja Rule
Now what you know nigga, I'm high like heels
My flow electrifying and it is not an eel
And I am not a pen but a nigga be writin'
I ain't nothing to eat but these niggas be bitin'
Okay, I got stripes like Adida and bread like a baker but my name ain't Anita
Gutta

[Verse: Ryme C]
Won't be long now, I'm back to resurrect a thug
I run with Folks and Vice Lord, niggas Crips and Bloods
I ain't no banger though, I represent the rock man
Southside 'til I die with a Glock in my hand
Back to save the kids, back to bring hope
Yes we can fam, you ain't gotta sell dope
No more excuses breathing life into this game
Hip-Hop's my one love I put that on your brain
September the 8th, 1975, my momma gave birth to a nigga, I survived
So here we go, baby it's the Afterlife Fam
And my homeboys we do it like this
Damn

[Outro]
Yeah, this is just the intro, yall ain't messing with this
Got Finesse, D-Gutta, Ryme C
Who it be?
365
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Ryme E is now online, if you have a problem, you can suck his dick, because he does not give a fuck