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Real Big Rapper Video (MV)




Performed By: Coleman Lane
Language: English
Length: 1:51
Written by: Coleman Lane




Coleman Lane - Real Big Rapper Lyrics




Your favorite rapper didn't make it rapping
Just by rapping let's get that clear
The shit he did'll probably make you sick
Just to get a check, and that's real

Yeah, meetings with labels and deals on the table
Just let that man cop a feel
Suck a lil' dick and they gon' write the check
They gon' make sure you get a meal

How yo favorite rapper, only rap about that shit
He ain't never did
Might as well write a book, in all fiction
If you gon' talk about what you don't live

I don't need no label, f*ck that
I don't need no deal, f*ck that
Take em' both and then shove em' where you tucked at
Nevermind, they'll f*ck around and love that

Damn, honestly, I would probably make it
If I didn't give a f*ck
If I talked about hella drugs and guns
And they helpin' make people dumb

Yeah, cause it's corny rap and you're depressed
Cause don't nobody give a f*ck
So let's talk about gettin' high
Cause that's the shit that they love

Oh, I know how to be a real big rapper
And if you want, I can show you the way
Oh, I know how to make a million dollars
Oh, you just gotta do whatever they say

Just sign your name and your blood on this paper
And every problem I'll go through
Oh, I know how to be a real big rapper
And if you want, I can show you the way
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Your favorite rapper didn't make it rapping
Just by rapping let's get that clear
The shit he did'll probably make you sick
Just to get a check, and that's real

Yeah, meetings with labels and deals on the table
Just let that man cop a feel
Suck a lil' dick and they gon' write the check
They gon' make sure you get a meal

How yo favorite rapper, only rap about that shit
He ain't never did
Might as well write a book, in all fiction
If you gon' talk about what you don't live

I don't need no label, f*ck that
I don't need no deal, f*ck that
Take em' both and then shove em' where you tucked at
Nevermind, they'll f*ck around and love that

Damn, honestly, I would probably make it
If I didn't give a f*ck
If I talked about hella drugs and guns
And they helpin' make people dumb

Yeah, cause it's corny rap and you're depressed
Cause don't nobody give a f*ck
So let's talk about gettin' high
Cause that's the shit that they love

Oh, I know how to be a real big rapper
And if you want, I can show you the way
Oh, I know how to make a million dollars
Oh, you just gotta do whatever they say

Just sign your name and your blood on this paper
And every problem I'll go through
Oh, I know how to be a real big rapper
And if you want, I can show you the way
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Writer: Coleman Lane
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