Germmanii - Cheap Shot

I gotta go off the top
If it's not me then it flops
Taking the lamb off the lot
Getting away from the cop
Planting my seed like a crop
Buy it from me like a shop
Sell you the gas or some rock
Ya bish wanna give me some top
I fuck her on top of this yacht
She doin Pilates on god
Emmanuel is short for the one
Germmanii is short for the sun
I'm bringing the moon on the lasso
Toxin release mayofacial
Poppin the bands on my stacks yah
Your gf got my dick in hand man
Your gf got my dick in hand
Your gf tell me she my fan
Your gf said she got no man
Your gf said you are her friend
Your gf said you is a bitch
Walking around wit no dick
That's kinda like being a snitch
Trying to come up wit no dick

If you say you my friend
Then you fight with me
If you say that they gotta gun
Die wit me

Oh you playing pretend
You can hop out the benzo
You can sit at the bleachers
With the bitches and skeeters
Losing money and time
Never assorting the line
Or checking your safe
That how you losing the hype
That's how you losing the touch
You love for the fame
It disintegrates
It evaporates
You're losing yourself at the cost of the game
How are you gonna keep telling yourself
That you really don't love all the things that you hate
Thriving off
Manipulating the game
Brushing off matters that drive me inside
I'm losing my head at the cost of this lame
At the sight of a bullet
They all run away

Written by:
Emmanuel Fierro

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