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Tokyo’s Revenge

"G’s"

[Intro: Tokyo's Revenge]
Akachi on the beat, lil' b*tch
Oh‚ yeah‚ yeah bro cliff with me in the booth
Ooh‚ haha, yeah, b*tch
My dot red‚ just like Clifford
That sh*t is crazy, really, you heard?
I have my dog in the booth
I sold my soul for a hotdog
Look‚ look

[Chorus: Tokyo's Revenge]
Two Gucci G's on my belt, what you mean, bro?
Klu Klux, swear hate these n*ggas stay fiend, bro
Blue bucks, ice all on my sh*t like I ski, bro
Ooh-uh, willy wonka n*ggas really get sweet, bro
L and the V on my bag, f*ck you mean, b*tch?
Space dust diamonds, watch face, bright beams, b*tch
Ayy, uh, pray that n*gga wanna fight me, b*tch
di*k with a scope in case you wanna sight-see, b*tch
Damn, yeah I'm feelin' like I'm invincible
'Stendo clip with the ruler
It'll teach 'em quick like the principal
Bullets hit him in intervals
Light him up like a Christmas tree
Kissin' death, like a mistletoe
Special beam on it, Piccolo
Ooh, pus*y n*gga don't want no smoke, cancer
In your neck of the woods I'm with my stick, campin'
Trigger jumpin' like the Harlem Shake in the [?] dancing
Horses in the white hood of 'rari like the f*ckin' Klansmen

[Verse 1: Tokyo's Revenge]
I'm a cash cow, always was the kid to f*cking spazz out
di*k down her throat, she couldn't breathe, made her pass out
Wrestle with the pus*y, hit it raw so they smacked down
R.K.O. submission hold, made her tap-out
Tip-toe up in your crib, then I rob it
What's poppin'?
Thought sh*t was sweet 'till I popped him
I sound just like, who? (Haha, haha)
Ummm, yeah, that's what I thought b*tch
Hello
Let me introduce you to my di*k b*tch
Hello
Introduce your man to the stick, b*tch
Wrist-band, pull up on you then I'm shootin' sh*t just like a hitman
Quicksand, sick a n*gga with the automatic with the kickstand
Switch hands, hold the semi with the left and make a n*gga break-dance
If and when I find a n*gga choppa kick him just like Ip man
I sound just like, who? (Haha)
Uh, yeah, that's what I thought b*tch, hello

[Verse 2: Joey Trap]
I sound just like big Joey Trap, b*tch
Post pics of me on the 'gram, you a catfish
New whip, got too much space in the back, b*tch
Big bold blunts in the wraith, doing back-flips, Uh
Wish a n*gga would, f*cking cap, b*tch
Middle of the wish a n*gga woods on a cactus
Cuttin' down a tree with a b*tch on my lap, b*tch
n*gga's only 20 put my city on the map, b*tch, uh
Two Gucci G's on my belt, b*tch
Walk around the mall with them bands like I'm selfish
f*ck on your girl, she a fan, break her pelvis
Kick that b*tch out, money dance like Elvis, uh
Act like I ain't been in Daygo
Been out in Skyline when n*ggas got K's, bro
Been in Manhattan where n*ggas don't play, bro
If you want test us, you know what we say, bro
You a b*tch, you won't beat me
Square up n*gga
Hit me first
I'll f*cking let ya
Swear my n*gga
SIKE I'm kiddin'
Keep a pistol
Square a n*gga
I don't want a, uh
Conversation, uh
Tear a n*gga, look
I don't f*ck with n*ggas, uh
Like KKK, my n*ggas never play-play-play
n*ggas play-play, uh
I'm your favorite rapper
Like, uh, look, uh
Swear I'm feelin' like I'm Klu Klux, give a f*ck n*gga
You a b*tch n*gga, get f*cked
On the block, with the stick, n*gga
Look, and your b*tch is on my di*k, n*gga
I don't give a f*ck, pulled up in the f*ckin' whip, n*gga
Yeah, and the whip it cost a hundred bands
I just bought a drop-top so I can get a f*ckin' tan
Yeah, huh, what it do bro?
Look, on the block, money blue, bro

[Chorus: Tokyo's Revenge]
Two Gucci G's on my belt, what you mean, bro?
Klu Klux swear hate these n*ggas cus they fiend bro
Blue bucks, ice all on my sh*t like I ski, bro
Ooh-uh, Willy Wonka n*ggas can get sweet, bro
L and the V on my bag, f*ck you mean, b*tch?
Space dust diamonds, watch face, bright beams, b*tch
Ayy, uh, pray that n*gga wanna fight me, b*tch
di*k with a scope in case you wanna sight-see, b*tch
Damn, yeah I'm feelin' like I'm invincible
'Stendo clip with the ruler
It'll teach 'em quick like the principal
Bullets hit him in intervals
Light him up like a Christmas tree
Kissin' death, like a mistletoe
Special beam on it, Piccolo
Ooh, pus*y n*gga don't want no smoke, cancer
In your neck of the woods with my stick, campin'
Trigger jumpin' like the Harlem Shake in the [?] dancing
Horses in the white hood of 'Rari like the f*ckin' Kl-

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