Lyrics Danny Brown – Greatest Rapper Ever
Text:
My homie’s a magician with the tec
Make your chain disappear and reappear on his neck
I ain’t tricking with you hoes, but shit don’t ask him
Only thing I give a bitch? A fucking orgasm
I’ll throw you in the river, hands tied tight
Watch your ass drown, feel it in the air tonight
I’m spitting that dope shit, smoking on regulars
Writing 16’s like internet child predators
Rocking that 10 deep, but I stay dolo
You wearing polo, who are you, Young Dro?
I’m fifth floor at the Bellagio
Vegas bitches that’s resembling Rosario
Dawson, awesome, hit the head, mario
Sorry yo my tongue long, she squirted off the sheets
She gave me that Becky, I gave her that yoshi
The only time you niggas touch keys is Motif
Go and sell a beat, you never sold a rock
Still be sitting on the couch if I was signed to Koch
Could’ve signed to The Roc, nah I’m signed to the streets
The D is the only thing that’s profiting for me
Feeling like big meech, when we’re about to cook up
But not the one from BMF dawg, the one from Lynwood
It ain’t a nigga I know
Three years straight
3 dollar blows
Good any hood, anywhere I go I’m straight
Nigga hit me with a hundred cause the look on my face
Mama I’m honored to be your son
Could snatch a stack of stamps out and not rip a single one
Used to be in a rush, to finish off my sack
Watch your ass drown, feel it in the air tonight
I’m spitting that dope shit, smoking on regulars
Writing 16’s like internet child predators
Rocking that 10 deep, but I stay dolo
You wearing polo, who are you, Young Dro?
I’m fifth floor at the Bellagio
Vegas bitches that’s resembling Rosario
Dawson, awesome, hit the head, mario
Sorry yo my tongue long, she squirted off the sheets
She gave me that Becky, I gave her that yoshi
The only time you niggas touch keys is Motif
Go and sell a beat, you never sold a rock
Still be sitting on the couch if I was signed to Koch
Could’ve signed to The Roc, nah I’m signed to the streets
The D is the only thing that’s profiting for me
Feeling like big meech, when we’re about to cook up
But not the one from BMF dawg, the one from Lynwood
It ain’t a nigga I know
Three years straight
3 dollar blows
Good any hood, anywhere I go I’m straight
Nigga hit me with a hundred cause the look on my face
Mama I’m honored to be your son
Could snatch a stack of stamps out and not rip a single one
Used to be in a rush, to finish off my sack
I was so thirsty dawg, sold a pregnant bitch crack
Let her pay me extra, smoke it in the back
Then she came back
Tities on smacking herself on the back
Talking about something crawling on her
Looking like the world’s falling on her
And I pushed it
You rub the foots of the bitches I mushed
Funky ass cutlass 3 deep, blowing kush
?
got her shook
Started reading once the judge threw the fucking book
But the block was off the hook, said fuck class
Off them same pills that had Carlton dancing fast
Young buck, look, now a grown up
Now I pop those same pills, listening to Donuts
I rap like I bet my life because in all actuality, nigga I did
You rap like you used to hit the pipe
Nah nigga that ain’t crack, that’s crack head shit
Rep that shit, Will tell a bitch
You wouldn’t break a brick, you ain’t seeing this dick
You trick on the bitch, dawg you ain’t rich
Take a bitch to the movies, take her to the crib
You seeing Brown? Nope, never
About to live the title of the greatest rapper ever
Let her pay me extra, smoke it in the back
Then she came back
Tities on smacking herself on the back
Talking about something crawling on her
Looking like the world’s falling on her
And I pushed it
You rub the foots of the bitches I mushed
Funky ass cutlass 3 deep, blowing kush
?
got her shook
Started reading once the judge threw the fucking book
But the block was off the hook, said fuck class
Off them same pills that had Carlton dancing fast
Young buck, look, now a grown up
Now I pop those same pills, listening to Donuts
I rap like I bet my life because in all actuality, nigga I did
You rap like you used to hit the pipe
Nah nigga that ain’t crack, that’s crack head shit
Rep that shit, Will tell a bitch
You wouldn’t break a brick, you ain’t seeing this dick
You trick on the bitch, dawg you ain’t rich
Take a bitch to the movies, take her to the crib
You seeing Brown? Nope, never
About to live the title of the greatest rapper ever
Album
Danny Brown – Danny Brown - The Hybrid
Danny Brown – S.O.S.
Danny Brown – Generation Rx
Danny Brown – Drinks On Me
Danny Brown – Thank God
Danny Brown – Juno
Danny Brown – White Stripes
Danny Brown – Guitar Solo
Danny Brown – The Nana Song
Danny Brown – Shootin’ Moves
Danny Brown – Nowhere 2 Go
Danny Brown – Re–Up
Danny Brown – I’m Out
Danny Brown – Exotic
Danny Brown – New Era
Danny Brown – Need Another Drink
Danny Brown – Greatest Rapper Ever