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[verse 1: raceway k]
the rap monster with no sponsor
my flows conquer all of new york, my flow’s bonkers
south made, i’m truly a beast
and you could peep by the way i spit that sh*t ain’t sweet (how)
n0body near me man, they all beneath
i’m sorry mom, i’m selling dimes, man i gotta eat (i’m hungry)
as i get my feet wet now i’m dishin them eighths
and you would think it’s easy how i flip em like k (turn me up, hear the tape)
and you can’t relate
to the times i was home with just rice on my plate (d*mn)
as i say it’s, a blessing or a lesson
and screw diamonds with the cuts, i think i got detention (shhhh)
not to mention that my attention goes to the boards with extensions
presenter, rapping, as i get in my bag, honey’s all on me n*gga pardon my swag (as i dash)
and excuse my french
cause i was balling all season while you still on the bench (d*mn)
raps like a battlefield, i sit in my trench
i’m not gon’ lie and say i shoot but i play my defence

[sampled chorus: mary jane girls & (big daddy kane) + intermission: “gordo”]
i can’t wait to get it on
(check it out, y’all)
i can’t wait to get it on
(you don’t stop, keep on)
i can’t wait to get it on
(check it out, y’all)
i can’t wait to get it on
(you don’t stop, keep on)
i can’t wait to get it on
(check it out, y’all)
i can’t wait to get it on
(you don’t stop, keep on)
i can’t wait to get it on
(check it out, y’all)
i can’t wait to get it on
(you don’t stop, keep on)
“slap that n*gga”
“let me do it together”
“yo k and $ha what’s poppin?”
“it’s gordo”
“three hunnid black men, rest in peace, soul to soul, it’s soul to soul”
“uh huh let’s get it uh huh”

[verse 2: gordo]
my pops got locked so you know i had to man up
you know what i did? i called the plug and i picked some grams up
yo 12*12, skinnies had my f*cking hands numb
my first day in the trap, i pulled up with a handgun (don’t play with me)
i had my mind on my money, ready to blam something
fact tho, if you try front we come through the back door
rusty 44, lord knows i tear off his back, yo (boom)
kick back, roll up some sour and then we laugh about it (where the woods at?)
i ain’t even mention i had the bro wrapped in plastic round him
dump him off at the lake and i bet you that n0body found him
so don’t play with the bread n*gga, or you’re for this lead n*gga
i put a bullet all in ya head n*gga (bahp, bahp)

[sampled chorus: mary jane girls & (big daddy kane)]
i can’t wait to get it on
(check it out, y’all)
i can’t wait to get it on
(you don’t stop, keep on)
i can’t wait to get it on
(check it out, y’all)
i can’t wait to get it on
(you don’t stop, keep on)
i can’t wait to get it on
(check it out, y’all)
i can’t wait to get it on
(you don’t stop, keep on)
i can’t wait to get it on
(check it out, y’all)
i can’t wait to get it on
(you don’t stop, keep on)
[verse 3: pxwer]
the smooth spitter, your boo’s side n*gga (i am)
i never fed a ex but they know i deliver (right)
got the 40, i drink until the stick up
roll a couple deemo’s, quick cipher with my n*ggas
shout out to my people’s, father to the chickens (that’s right)
rap is in the genes and i’m true to this religion
spit the ghetto gospel, k!lling beats; i got to (i got to)
this slow beat so nasty, something like a brothel (eww)
twist the gas with my fingers chief till i’m in a daze
sour for the euphoric state, don’t really like the haze
mayweather with this heat, watch your speakers blaze (huh)
they my dune when i son em, know you been amazed
you lying if you think i’m weak, you could catch this fade, bro
i’m giving out shade, bucks when you see the blade (on the face)
these n*ggas ain’t got the juice, they just minute made
they throwing h*lla shade in my light like a cloudy day
on the corner blocks, brother’s playing ceelo
i’m taking all that chicken, cause you n*ggas know my steelo
dollar sign and forget the h*a
brothers don’t test me cause they know i’m bout the melee
i’m out for dead presidents, staten be my residence
i’m next in line, so who you think that you better than? (right)
can’t match the penmanship, verses? they be celibate
not to be f*cked with, so you to write some better sh*t
and i can’t wait, to get it on
jeez

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