Epic (feat. Playboy Tre)

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    You know who it is without a doubt of hesitation
    If money talks i got my masters in communication
    But you can't hold a conversation
    Probably find me burning something good you can call that smoking aces
    Compliment the chef in the lab making greatness
    Ain't a thing changed but the number on the statement
    Nba resume, baller's my occupation
    Kush so loud i can't hear what was you saying
    Praise yo solo that the freaks in the backseat
    Get a thrill off the alpine when it vibrate they ass cheeks
    I'm bobby ray baby an all american athlete
    I run and leap and jump and like a track meet
    Yeah that ought to do it
    Give it that carl lewis
    I got the magic baby call me george lucas
    I'm so prolific but my flow's so foolish
    These niggas making moves my niggas making movies wait

    Wile like a crazy mic
    Clean like a baby wipe
    Y'all just a momma boy sleeping with a baby like
    My ex say i'm a dick cause my mind frank cocky
    Up in beninhan', drunk, drinking all the sake
    Damn right i want a double fried rice
    I'm getting bread i put my dick up in your face
    Your face'll look like stuarts head
    Girls call me tre day
    I'm looking for pay day
    My squad's got more bottle poppin' niggas than the aa
    Liquor and wheelbarrow foolish as will ferrell
    But i ain't got a step brother, i fuck your step mother
    I cussed cause i like it bitch
    Fuck hoe motherfucker
    You mad cause i'm balling, life is a motherfucker
    Your son is a leprichaun so hater live life a little
    New shit dropping soon "patron & instrumental"
    It's tre, my flow won't quit til i say it ends

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    Eastside on my arm, 3 stripes on my sneakers
    Don't roll with p-ssy niggas, we call them vajeenas
    That's why your girl choosing dawg, pray i never meet her
    I tap her on the head and tell her you know the procedure
    You just mad with no bitch cause i'm chilling with your bitch
    She through out your mixtape but she knows my whole disc
    My flow's sick, i'm a poet, edgar allan poe shit
    Haters be getting defensive like 4th down and show blitz
    But i don't punt it, i run it for a hundred
    Ever since i was a young 'un, been hungry as paul bunyon
    I'm the shit so fix the plumbing
    I'm a beast and the game's you
    And if this ain't what you call hip-hop it must be bungee jumping
    I'm smoking on hydroponic some of you call that chronic
    Hennessey in my vomit cause the night before jumpin'
    Lil c got that beat bumping so you can hear me coming
    And my name's bobby ray, eastside of the a just incase anyone was wondering bitch

    Oohh i'm a matherf-cking beast
    All my haters rest in peace
    I make a hundred on the monday and go hard the rest of week
    Pray on niggas like a sunday
    See your artist that's a feast
    I got like 30 in the chalk i let you p-ssies catch a piece
    It was me and old melly? in the scaglietti
    Bout to scoop these bitchs cause they say they past ready
    Swagger on the finish, i think i'm andretti
    I push it to the limit get 'em haters gassed heavy
    Wait a minute i'm a menace
    Shout out to the winners
    Jacket boy louies like a flag before the finish?
    I'm just getting started and niggas at they end
    And errbody say i'm hot but i've been hot from the beginning
    I be with a bitch that looks like kim kardashian
    She aint on these niggas not by purpose but by accident
    Big ?, you niggas relaxing
    And the main reason i'm passing em like michael vick im faster than yo quarter back
    I bring that order back
    Ain't fuckig with that weed, like where that water at
    Like where them purps n***a
    Somebody order that
    Caught a couple cases, went to jail but i aint going back
    Free tip!

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