JK The Reaper - 2055 BET HIP HOP AWARDS C9 CYPHER lyrics

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry] Got me feeling like a f**ing dog, it's outside [Verse 2: Yoshi Thompkins] Feel like I got the power, I'm Higher the hip hop messiah I ain't f** Alicia Keys but a n***a on fire That's prior to the fact that I'm rawer then unprotected s** Eat some Chex cereal in the morning and then it's off for checks And why n***as asking me to match spliffs I'd rather stay home, break backs like Mike Smith I'll write a cool mixtape drop it on Dat Piff Now these hoes tryna' use me I'm feeling a little thrift Damn Josh you Rap now, but I ain't talking about gifts And I ain't talking about cliffs when I say I leave you hanging Cause you b**hes got the blues like a smurfet if you banging And I ain't banging I'm just banging these hoes n***as claim they taming I'm always rappin burning up like coal Aiming at you hoes Women that don't have no f**ing souls their hearts a f**ing cold Mines is bared a** on a igloo So don't ask me do I care about these b**hes and what they All do cause uhm They probably what I'm getting through Rapping f**ing hoes it helps me with what I'm getting through Getting super wet and lay the pipe like a plumber do The name getting known so these b**hes sticking like some Glue, Ima ball cause a n***a shine more than a car being waxed Bought some armorall hoho, get off my santa clause Cla** writing rhymes cause I don't have time for this work sh** Probably high as f** ? weed I'm talking purp sh** Teacher pa**ing out D's so yes I'm barely pa**ing But I'm worried about the fashion and the b**hes in which I'm smashing, Bust a nut and drop her off and then I dump her like Some ashes, like sorry Mr.Johnson for this math I have no pa**ion I'd rather make sweet love to the girl that sitting next to me and flip Her like a supreme deluxe Krabby Patty recipe They like dam josh how come you haven't blown yet Because I haven't kissed enough a** to get known yet, dummy [Verse 3: Jk The Reaper] n***as swear they get p**y but having phone s** Tell her give me head til' her forehead dome sweat Meat cleaver flow for n***as thinking they raw Leave you looking like DMX if you keep barking at the dogs Check her call log, I bet you n***a I ain't call at all To me it's 100 miss calls check her crib you'll probably find my Draws, and one of my balls Why n***as always stall, I'm that n***a on call with three b**hes, ho I'm Jabber Jaws And with the p**y cat doll, check my catalog dog My catastrophic bombs'll probably throw you off n***as always coming soft, so I had to flip the script I think I'm Da Vinci hiding images inside the script Watching tales from the crip, lay my spread and then I dip Say she want to take a trip well here's yo shroom take it Have her seeing hyenas and sh**, like a safari I'm on safari you should google me b**h Before I put this google chrome and show yo a** some digital sh** I say it straight to yo face, no subliminal b**h I slide through like I'm gumby It's like Return of the Mummy, sh**'ll get ugly Cause n***as in the field, no rugby b**hes want to f** me, tell her that she lucky if I touch thee c*nty I was probably riding out on my huffy, one deep Riding through these streets like I ain't me, I'm a wolf n***a and you lookin like a black sheep You would make a nice shirt, but it's too hot for the long sleeve You looking cotton soft, I feed you to my offspring, f** you [Verse 4: Mike Dece] What the f** you need b**h, never sold a copy I sell rocksies and I clean sh** Cleaner than crispy, sort of like Whitney you O.D. b**h Inhaling and smoking on sh** that's so potent it's making me see sh**, she's praising my cum like it's Jesus I stay with the green, its too filthy for the OZ if it A forest of trees, smoke so thick I can not breathe in it Who's working like me b**h?, I'm taking your millis' like Ri just did When ? but, playing these games will not give you sh**, and neither Will we, but the d** set you up with a gun to your lips I'm high as can be so, I do not really give a sh** like toilet to pee, just like humsy and bill which i say with a brick, so f** the police, sort of like bops on the cops they can s** my dick, not literally, ho Said I'm cliche so I spray on her tits, she ice and she gliss, she's covered in jizz, k**ing these b**hes like several disses, I leave them Exquisitely k**ed in the trenches, like water they wet ? You want some pills, I got tanks I got bells Yes I know I'm k**ing you, but I have to pay the bills Ho, I got sticks like a f**ing stick drill ? Cut these f*ggots up like some f**ing fish scale Colored beam pointed at the demons where they dwell k** a f*ggot cop, send his a** back to hell