So Many Rappers In Love Songtext / Lyric

Aquarius

And my name is Larry



There's so many rappers in love

On the radio

There's so many fake ass thugs

On the radio



Listen up mothafuckas

This is Mack one o, to all these niggas

On the radio simpin' to these hoes

What happened to the thugs, drugs and G hits

Talkin' all the soft shit just to please a Biz-Nitch



And some of all is street

And know the gangsta mode

It's like this, fuck a bitch

And that's the G code



We used to sell raw kill and give toe tag

Now ever since 9-1-1 rappers waving white flags

But me I keeps it gutter, just like before

I'mma warrior so I stay prepared for war






Ain't nuttin' wrong wit spoilin' a bitch

Especially if you got it

Her suckin' you, you fuckin' her

Gettin' freaky and erotic



But if it ain't ruff, it ain't me

And I refuse to turn R-A-P, in R and B

You went from Hardcore to pop

Just to be on top

I give Cool J his props and thats where it stops

Connect Gang Nigga



There's so many rappers in love

On the radio

There's so many fake ass thugs

On the radio



There's so many rappers in love

On the radio

There's so many fake ass thugs

On the radio



The pussy gets cream

Real niggas ain't simpin', oh no

I'm sick of niggas, trick niggas

Throw my radio in a ditch, nigga

'Cause all I hear is bitch niggas



Fake ass R&B thugs in hot as sweaters

Wit bull shit messages and tite ass vests

Fuck hip hop, y'all needa call it simp hop

Sock that bitch in the back of her head and take the cock



Hoe shut up, I'm bout to load the fuck up

And if I hear another nigga in love I'm throwin' up

Load it up, pick the gun up

I'm fed up, cause radio wit wimp bitch men

I'mma fuck you snuff heads up



Soft niggas get the gay channel

When I slap an R and B thug off his mothafuckin' piano

DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club

Theres too many fake ass thugs, too many rappers in love

Mothafuckas stiff pussys



There's so many rappers in love

On the radio

There's so many fake ass thugs

On the radio



There's so many rappers in love

On the radio

There's so many fake ass thugs

On the radio



You used to be hardcore

What the fuck you lookin' hard for nigga

Standin' on the golf course

Wit yo golf club rappers

Get off drugs, xtasy is turnin' niggas into soft thugs



Wit all these promises, showin' straight

Bitches where yo mama live

I know what time it is

I'm the game lord, here to punish you

For lyin' to every bitch that your runnin' to



Tryna show every hoe how fly you are

You's a mothafuckin' fool if you buy the bar

I'm buyin' two drinks, fuck you skanks

Both of 'em mine, what chu think



I gets full of liquor, and pound a stripper

You gets drunk nigga, pull up wit her

Drivin' yo shit, like it's her shit

Under the surface, you like her bitch

Make a nigga sick to his stomach



There's so many rappers in love

On the radio

There's so many fake ass thugs

On the radio



There's so many rappers in love

On the radio

There's so many fake ass thugs

On the radio



Hey baby, I used to be a gangster rapper

But right now, I like flowers

I love watchin' birds in the park

I love takin' long walks in the park



I just love you

I love watchin' yo kids

I love, I just love poetry

I love you