ContraVein - Applause (feat. Jax Flame)

Vibe with me
She told me fuck her hard with no condom please
Obviously she don’t want condiments just that mac 'n cheese
My boy ContraVein got the contraband the Mac no cheese
The Mac the piece we’ll end your piece we’ll rend ya to pieces
I don’t need to be Renji to beat ya
We gonna get to that bread then we feastin'
Dressed in all red it’s Hellboy season
Us hell boys feastin I’m a hellboy in a red hellcat speedin
You a bellboy he a leave you on a white t-shirt
Screamin' on the track like a southern white preacher
Text from your bitch wanna swallow my semen
I told that bitch better get in line please
Told that bitch she better get in line please
That bitch wanna do a line wit me haha, yeah
Bad bitch wanna swallow my penis
Bad bitch wanna swallow my penis
Dressed in all red it’s hellboy season
Told that bitch get in line please
Bad bitch wanna do a line wit me
Got a bitch wet just using my finger
Like I pushed her in the pool when she went to go swimming
I be like an otter cuz I’m fresh outta water
I'm a shark outta water got a new pair of chompers
Got furs like an otter that girl pussy too furry I don’t want her
I just found out she was a furry I don’t want her
Said she want my McFlurry in her stomach
And she said that I got that fury like a gunner
Fury like a hunter pocketed ten fine dimes that’s a dollar
Said I pocketed ten fine dimes that’s a dollar
Had to curve the eleventh just to keep it one hunnid
On my new fit I dropped eleven one hunnids
You a nuisance imma send you off runnin'
Imma send you off runnin'
Bitch gimme head but please no rushin
Swiper no swipin'
Rusher no rushin'
Pull up with a chopper lil' bitch no Russian
Yeah, okay
On some real shit takin too many Mario mushrooms got me seeing Jesus and shit, for real
Woah, woah
Okay
Drip on me
Wrist glowing
Call me Ben 10 cuz I got trix on me
Swiper no swipin'
Rusher no rushin'
Pull up with a chopper lil bitch no Russian
Gettin’ what I want, I be gettin’ what I want
I got three bad bitches and they all got that blonde
I be smokin’ all day, to the moon and beyond
You be doin’ what you can, I be doin’ what I want
Imma spit on this flow like I spit on the floor
Imma get with your hoe and she still wantin’ more
Imma pop with yo bitch while I wear designer shades
Imma pop all these Xans like I think I need an eighth
I’m a prophet stacking’ profits while I’m lookin’ for the shooter
I’m a rocket takin’ off, going straight up to the future
I be lookin’ at these girls, trynna figure which is cuter
While I’m countin’ all my cash, imma need a computer
Imma flex so hard, gonna pull a muscle
Every damn day, gotta gotta hustle
570, yeah I know the struggle
Showin’ off myself while also trying to be humble
Started from the bottom like the opposite of stardom
Tough like a spartan but I still ain’t been from Harlem
Imma show you what I’m ‘bout without a shadow of a doubt
With this feature going out, Ajax Flame give a shout
He my boy from the West, meeting him I got blessed
Imma put him to the test, imma see who’s the best
While I’m workin’ on my flow workin’ off the beat switch
I be thinkin’ ‘bout my music, like I think I found my niche
Imma call it quits like I ain’t going like a bitch
Spittin out then bars like a fuckin’ poison kiss
Sleep on me and imma tell you fuckin this
Imma go up to the top, imma be the fuckin shit
ContraVein signin’ off, shittin’ bars like a trough
Yeah this flow ain’t be flawed, ain’t too slow that’s what I thought
You know I’m sharp, got them claws
I be rappin’ with a cause
Now I’m gonna take a break, now it’s time for the applause

Written by:
Jason Ardan, Jax Flame

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