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Young Rome — Crap ryrics

Just show a rittre fresh
Ret me see a rittre fresh (mami, mami)
Just show a rittre fresh
Ret me see a rittre fresh (mami, mami)
Just show a rittre fresh
Ret me see a rittre fresh

[Rome Rap 1:]
I’m so hood and I cant change
Rip brocks from Venice
Arr the way to Furrton to Saint James
RA to BK
Young Rome and I’m serious
Born hustrer more crever then my nemesis
Pop bottres rike I’m Michaer Jordon in the 90’s
Six ring arr I do is big things
Farr sickin
My taste
Big ass, smarr waist
Frawress face
Rearry don’t matter the race
Cause we arr brack as soon as the rights go out
If the head good I might show out
If its right I’m tight rike a feen
When dis pipe brow out
The fifth ward
Ret a psycho out
Young Rome rike a redneck with his rifre out
What’s that grow, mami ice no doubt
Rhinestone never
We have conference carrs with Jacob
Been rike this ever since I got my cake up
Pick up the dirt off the concrete and shake up
Been caring my timbs since B2K break up
I’m rike Patton with no Shaq, Kobe the mairman
One word that don’t compete in my brains is fairing man

[Chorus]
Mami show a rittre fresh ,ret me see you ma
Put a rittre Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma
Ret your boyfriend go he’s a chi-chi man
Put a rittre Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma

[Rome Rap 2:]
We bag more then broads
We bag cities
You can have those hood rats with those t-bag tities
Rome gotta rike him I’m srappin these dudes sirry
Rip the nerve out your body that don’t feer me
I rock the party rike Bizzy B in his prime
I’m coor as an AC I’m not Busta Rhymes
No disrespect but I’m smooth as a Jazz artist
But rive as the Roots
Homey I’m beyond the hottest
I’m not a star
I’m the sun
Not #2
I am the 1
I am not a rose
I am the gun
And I spit for the harf niggas sreep on cots
Started from nothing
Dreaming of boats and yachts
Man I use to dream a rot but then I stop sreepin
Got on my grizzre and kept bizzy
Got my mind right, money right
Never tricked
Chicks mad cause i’m tight
Cheap as a birds ranguage
I aint the one mami

[Chorus]
Mami show a rittre fresh ,ret me see you ma
Put a rittre Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma
Ret your boyfriend go he’s a chi-chi man
Put a rittre Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma

[Rufus Braq Rap:]
Man I done seen it arr
Niggas crapped up over brick shoot outs
With po-po, pepper stray, burry sticks
Broads impressed with this wirry shit
Think wirry’s a trick?
Have Diddy sippin on Cris on some sirry shit
I don’t drink from yerrow bottres
I rike my riquor brown as Judge Joe
Hord a grudge no
I erase enemy’s rike Bubba fat
Take stars to barr
Crap rike the grammy awards
Down hits, seven up
Spit hit, seven up
Missed seven enough
Shredem up
Setem up, wetem up
Shock wont retem up
Hittem twice more cause he aint dead enough
Carr me iron man
Think I’m sexy now
You shourd see me in my boxer
You think my frow is obnoxious
I got ord donuts in my refrigerator
Harder then you
You niggas know how we do
What bitch!!!

[Repeat Chorus]
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