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Issa Rap Video (MV)




Performed By: Turk P Diddy
Language: English
Length: 2:06
Written by: Devin Williams




Turk P Diddy - Issa Rap Lyrics




Yea, Ayo
Know im sick and tired of niggas na'mean
I say its a rap cause, I know what type of shit im on
They dont know tho, you feel what im sayin
Uhn

I know Issa Rap
I lust witcha bitch and she gettin attached
Im just tryna f*ck her, i'll pass her right back
I be doggin dat bitch kill her shit from the back
Dummy you know when you see us we strapped
You will lose ya life you in the way of the bag
My nigga like John Wick, He catchin yo ass
Come at me wrong, Show you boys how I zap
(Yea uhn)

Let my opps meet they maker
Im starting five, the point guard, imma player
Im politicking I should be the mayor
I shoot my shot den I know imma "J" her
Oou she real freaky she want me to "G" her
When im in a party, sneak guns through the rear.
Draggin so hard that I mug when I dance
Draggin so hard gotta pull up my pants
(Yea, Uhn)

Bitch I got me a sack
Dont know you, I serve you, you catchin a tax
F*ck what you say bitch I need all the racks
We moving in Defense, but quick to attack

Im straight out the Creek, yea we be with the mess
My niggas be chillen, we calm and collect
Not trippin off bitches, not tryna impress
Bitch im on netflix and madden I flex

And I told you niggas that Issa Rap when I get bank rolls
So therefore anybody dissin me, made my list they cant get scratched off
You know I hang around OG's, Kingpins, Hitmen, & Bad Broads And imma put my baddest bitch on ya
She'll get you licked up

I know Issa Rap
I lust witcha bitch and she gettin attached
Im just tryna f*ck her, i'll pass her right back
I be doggin dat bitch kill her shit from the back
Dummy you know when you see us we strapped
You will lose ya life you in the way of the bag
My nigga like John Wick, He catchin yo ass
Come at me wrong, Show you boys how I zap
(Yea uhn)

Do not play me like pussy
Nigga why do you keep muggin
Please do not try me im humble
Shit im still down for the rumbles
Imma wolf in a county, I know a few apes in a jungle
Im stackin I got a few hustles
Run up my bag
Put a price on ya head, they will catch you in traffic
Keep on runnin ya shit boy, ya mouth is athletic
Dem hitters not sleepin until they stretch you
You dont know what i does
Keep shit lowkey, we dont talk shit on the internet
We dont do the rap beef
Weak ass diss songs
We dont listen to them, We dont get into that

Short nigga, 5'6 showing my strength
Got respect got big clout, upper my rank
Bro keep shooting til that bitch clank
F*ckin with me , we'll leave ya ass like a plank
Nigga
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Yea, Ayo
Know im sick and tired of niggas na'mean
I say its a rap cause, I know what type of shit im on
They dont know tho, you feel what im sayin
Uhn

I know Issa Rap
I lust witcha bitch and she gettin attached
Im just tryna f*ck her, i'll pass her right back
I be doggin dat bitch kill her shit from the back
Dummy you know when you see us we strapped
You will lose ya life you in the way of the bag
My nigga like John Wick, He catchin yo ass
Come at me wrong, Show you boys how I zap
(Yea uhn)

Let my opps meet they maker
Im starting five, the point guard, imma player
Im politicking I should be the mayor
I shoot my shot den I know imma "J" her
Oou she real freaky she want me to "G" her
When im in a party, sneak guns through the rear.
Draggin so hard that I mug when I dance
Draggin so hard gotta pull up my pants
(Yea, Uhn)

Bitch I got me a sack
Dont know you, I serve you, you catchin a tax
F*ck what you say bitch I need all the racks
We moving in Defense, but quick to attack

Im straight out the Creek, yea we be with the mess
My niggas be chillen, we calm and collect
Not trippin off bitches, not tryna impress
Bitch im on netflix and madden I flex

And I told you niggas that Issa Rap when I get bank rolls
So therefore anybody dissin me, made my list they cant get scratched off
You know I hang around OG's, Kingpins, Hitmen, & Bad Broads And imma put my baddest bitch on ya
She'll get you licked up

I know Issa Rap
I lust witcha bitch and she gettin attached
Im just tryna f*ck her, i'll pass her right back
I be doggin dat bitch kill her shit from the back
Dummy you know when you see us we strapped
You will lose ya life you in the way of the bag
My nigga like John Wick, He catchin yo ass
Come at me wrong, Show you boys how I zap
(Yea uhn)

Do not play me like pussy
Nigga why do you keep muggin
Please do not try me im humble
Shit im still down for the rumbles
Imma wolf in a county, I know a few apes in a jungle
Im stackin I got a few hustles
Run up my bag
Put a price on ya head, they will catch you in traffic
Keep on runnin ya shit boy, ya mouth is athletic
Dem hitters not sleepin until they stretch you
You dont know what i does
Keep shit lowkey, we dont talk shit on the internet
We dont do the rap beef
Weak ass diss songs
We dont listen to them, We dont get into that

Short nigga, 5'6 showing my strength
Got respect got big clout, upper my rank
Bro keep shooting til that bitch clank
F*ckin with me , we'll leave ya ass like a plank
Nigga
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Writer: Devin Williams
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