Karaoké Nasty Freestyle T-Wayne

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Say Roro, you know what it is, right, uh

Who Is Rickey Wayne

The Mixtape

Ya feel me, yah, ahem

First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

I don't want her if that ass don't sit like a horse

I be ballin' on these niggas got me feelin' like sports

Dash got so much wood

I could build me a fort

Ain't too many things

I ain't done yet

I'm the king of this shit crown by the toilet

I'm just barely gettin' started you already upset

Got a tiger as a pet

I just took him to the vet

Homie, I be makin' hits

I'm the rap Derek Jeter

Let your bitch ride on me like she was on the feeder

If the pussy ain't good then

I probably won't feed her

Little homie, you can keep her 'cos I really don't need her

I ain't worried 'bout features homeboy, you's a peon

Toilet seat ass nigga, man

I swear you gettin' peed on

Man, my jewelry so cold

I walk around with the heat on

My alarm clock set, just in case they wanna sleep on, ya dig

I'm a full-time player hoppin' out in alligator

Sippin' lean and Now and Later homie, I'll annihilate ya

If you think you wanna battle you gon' have to pay some paper

I just hit her and I quit her

I would never ever date her

It's a shame how I'm barely gettin' love in the city

Travel to another town, you can bet they fuckin' with me

I be killin' this shit, pray to God they forgive me

They said, when you blow up don't forget me, man

I been on fire ever since they made the lighter

My boys will pull up on ya homie, I ain't talkin' diapers

Walk into your function on point, I'm like a sniper

My girl bad like Dej

Loaf so don't try her

Fle-fle-flexin' all you want but homeboy, you ain't ready

Ten times sharper than

Michael Myers' machete

Be-be-been about the money

I ain't worried 'bout the fame

'Bout to have everybody sayin'

Who Is Rickey Wayne

That me