So Many Rappers In Love

AquariusAnd my name is

LarryThere's so many rappers in love

On the radio

There's so many fake ass thugs

On the radio

Listen up mother****ers

This is Mack one o, to all these mother****ers

On the radio simpin' to these hoes

What happened to the thugs, drugs and

Talkin' all the soft shit just to please a bitch

Biz-NitchAnd some of all is street

And know the gangsta mode

It's like this, mother****er a mother****er

And that's the

G codeWe used to sell raw kill and give toe tag

Now ever since 9-1-1 rappers waving white flags

But me I keeps it gutter, just like before

I'mma warrior so

I stay prepared for war

Ain't nuttin' wrong wit spoilin' a bitch

Especially if you got it

Her suckin' you, you mother****in' her

Gettin' freaky and erotic

But if it ain't ruff, it ain't me

And I refuse to turn

R-A-P, in

R and BYou went from

Hardcore to pop

Just to be on top

I give Cool

J his props and thats where it stops

Connect Gang

***********There's so many rappers in love

On the radio

There's so many fake ass thugs

On the radio

There's so many rappers in love

On the radio

There's so many fake ass thugs

On the radio

The mother****er gets cream

Real mother****ers ain't simpin', oh no

I'm sick of dumbass mother****ers, trick ass bitches

Throw my radio in a ditch, bitch

Cause all

I hear is stupid ass mother****ers

Fake ass R&

B thugs in hot as sweaters

Wit bullshitting messages and tite ass vests

****ed up hip hop, y'all needa call it simp hop

Sock that bitch in the back of her head and take the pussy

Hoe shut up,

So Many Rappers In Love - Westside Connection, Terrorist Threats (I'm bout to load the shit up

And if I hear another bitch in love

I'm throwin' up

Load it up, pick the gun up

I'm fed up, cause radio wit wimp *********** men

I'mma **** you snuff heads up

Soft bitches get the gay channel

When I slap an

R and B thug off his mother****ing pian

DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club

Theres too many fake ass thugs, too many rappers in love

Stupid ass stiff mother****ers

There's so many rappers in love

On the radio

There's so many fake ass thugs

On the radio

There's so many rappers in love

On the radio

There's so many fake ass thugs

On the radio

You used to be hardcore

What the **** you lookin' hard for bitch

Standin' on the golf course

Wit yo golf club rappers

Get off drugs, xtasy is turnin' bitches into soft thugs

Wit all these promises, showin' straight

Bitch where yo mama live

I know what time it is

I'm the game lord, here to punish you

For lyin' to every bitch that your runnin' to

Tryna show every hoe how fly you are

You's a mother****ing fool if you buy the ba

I'm buyin' two drinks, **** you skanks

Both of 'em mine, what chu think

I gets full of liquor, and pound a stripper

You gets drunk bitch, pull up wit her

Drivin' yo bitch, like it's her bitch

Under the surface, you like her pussy

Make a bitch sick to his stomach

There's so many rappers in love

On the radio

There's so many fake ass thugs

On the radio

There's so many rappers in love

On the radio

There's so many fake ass thugs

On the radio

Hey baby,

I used to be a gangster rapper

But right now,

I like flowers

I love watchin' birds in the park

I love takin' long walks in the park

I just love you

I love watchin' yo kids

I love, I just love poetry

I love you