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10 More Styles of Rapping!

by Quadeca

[Part I: Trippie Redd]
[Verse 1]
Yeah, let it go, let it go with a pole
Fuckin' on your bitch and now she know
Yeah, now she know
Yeah

[Part II: Lil Uzi Vert]
[Verse 2]
I might run it back
Fuckin' on your bitch
I am not your mans
Yeah, fuckin' on your shawty, she don't wanna dance

[Part III: Fetty Wap]
[Verse 3]
Now we makin' bands, yeah, baby

[Part IV: Action Bronson]
[Verse 4]
I take a trip to Puerto Rico in a foreign Beetle
Spanish women say I'm muy benito
Eating lobster by a pool of [?]
I'm a soviet aristocrat in the blue tuxedo
I'm a dragon in the shape of a man, now, why your mans never shaking my hand? Damn
I eat sashimi, see me in a lake in Japan
I won't perform unless it's 800 grand, damn

[Part V: Old Kanye West]
[Verse 5]
I'm just rolling through the city of Chi town
I'm preaching, "Fuck school", they still saying I'm high brown
And, y'all be victim to the red pill
Throwing shots and act surprised when you get killed
And, they be saying, "Don't listen to Yeezy"
Where all the paparazzi make a victim of Yeezy
And, this shit too frustrating
If they don't say that I'm the best, that's an understatement

[Part VI: Denzel Curry]
[Intro]
(Morteh)

[Verse 6]
Curry the hardest, bitch
I am the arsonist
Carvin in parts of your cartilage
I am the dominant, you are the opposite
Talking shit not for our argument
Bitch, I'm the beast
You do not wanna be fucking with me, obviously
Demolish my victims, there's no competition
So, all of these bitches don't want it with me
Takin' shrooms, make a bitch hallucinate
Everytime, I drop a banger haters duplicate
Nowadays, they checking for my newest tape
Trying to show up to my lessons, all of you are late
Curry the hardest, bro, you a G
None of you rappers are new to me
Fuck all your jewelry, that's just some foolery
Killing this shit, do it brutally, brutally

[Part VII: Kendrick Lamar]
[Verse 7]
Fuck affiliations, don't do rivals, ay
Assassinate my character, like libel, ay
I come from where we do this for survival
Where they keep the strap tucked under they Bible, uh

[Part VIII: Rich Forever (Rich The Kid, Jay Critch, Famous Dex)]
[Verse 8]
Huh, I'm actually balling (Balling)
Fucking your bitch and she has to be calling (True)
These hoes, they be flocking (Ring)
Get out of my face, like, why you be talking?
She always up on the 'Gram (Huh), after Molly and the Xan (Huh)
Pulling up under the city, she leaving with me, but don't call me her, man (Ayy)
I'm pulling up with the plug (Plug)
I'ma ride out with the pack (Pack)
Foreign ho showing me love (What) but I never be calling them back (No no)

[Part IX: Russ]
[Verse 9]
I do my work by myself
I put on this shirt by myself
Man, I am so sure of myself
I am pretty sure I gave birth to myself

[Part X: Travis Scott]
[Verse 10]
30K, I made 30K
In a day till I see the pearly gaze
Heaven's gate, I can't hesitate
Two phones, one for God and one for Kevin Gates
O, oh no, tell me how you feel, yeah
Helicopter choppie with a mil'
Pulling up, I'm like, "What's the deal?"
My life's like a highlight reel
Stroke my cactus just for practice
She don't want the smoke, let me pass it
I'ma pass it off to my bro now
Tell me what you wanna know now