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Cadence Weapon
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True Story
Lyricist:Roland Pemberton
Now I heard That Cadence Weapon He said this
I can't believe he's fucking her This plays out like romance novel Involving hearts and hobbles I heard homegirl does the head bobble
For any john in the district, city or county I slop up the goods like bounty Like I heard she got on that head like a bounty Now even though I heard he's gay He's gotta show on the 8th would you come see 'em play?
It's too snug-fit, you can see the cellphone imprint Covered by stone-washed labels and armor and though he's a charmer This is held as a defensive mechanism To deflect his sparks of empriority And I've seen him with Wilding and you know what that means
He's a clean-cut scenester archaic type to me And the median express with the city and breath And I'll talk shit to anyone who'll listen Who am I?
You bore me now who whored me out Aligory I label a true story Put those paints and claims to good use Make up messes and hope to find prove
I speak good facts to people at the scrap But I only run rumors like Fleetwood Mac The inviting is incredible and he's writing is illegible But I think the word and paragraph are 3rd to Stephanie
Rhymebook livebook, joker smoker He owes poker pals will catch a roker like Al You don't lose weight like drug stick-ups Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Thug pickups, he wears Nike's since he heard his own songs
I pray like James when I rip, the only difference Is I didn't make up any of this shit But you know I was at a house party and he made an eyeball playlist And he was so pretentious I mean refused to speak
But I never introduced myself but he's awful weak He's the famous one, he should initiate and Intrigue conversation, he's like 1/3 diplomat A real Santana type
You bore me now who whored me out Aligory I label a true story Put those paints and claims to good use Make up messes and hope to find prove
Cadence Weapon called her a bitch And claimed her miscarriage was scam, he called like a priest I only say peace because I say what I mean I never hated anyone who's ever hurt me Blackout's and booze-a-thons bro-downs, ballerblocks
'Cause great bounties around the rumor mill shift And he rumbles with a switch and murmurs with it too But there's only so much that one man can prove And I will argue that you don't know Sherri like I do
Everything you've heard is probably not true Every single word is pointed against you Your a kin with the firing line, dead generals And general, I'm led and Fed intervals And O.D. like T.O., you seek prose and smoke beats But hope sleeps for Nebo, middle name Theo
You bore me now who whored me out Aligory I label a true story Put those paints and claims to good use Make up messes and hope to find prove
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