CPT (feat. KEY!)
Ant-Live & Jetlag
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Fashionably late, late, late Grind baby, skate, skate, skate She wanna date, date, date Caressed by the hands of the gods On the wheel they are spinning my fate On the wheel they are spinning my fate I ain't fillin' the cap Why you lie through your teeth Minister in the mirror Practicing what I preach Afterlife, 5 stars Ski slopes, come and visit Life is what you gonna make it My grand father was a witness Baby can we work it out Like we building up our fitness I ain't talking muscle growth But survival of the fittest Why you crying for me, is your turn to go and live your life Looking searching serenade my wife You are my type. Let's get it right. Yeah King Kong off a whole pint of wok Cop a 40 red light make him a stop Twinkle twinkle lil baby come shop Got a fire but your smoke won't pop Long clips so the bullets stay topped Ya earth time here finna get cropped Fry some bacon but I don't speak cop Bad ideas finna get chopped Fashionably late, late, late Grind baby, skate, skate, skate She wanna date, date, date Caressed by the hands of the gods On the wheel they are spinning my fate On the wheel they are spinning my fate She gotta cut a line and it's cooking up Call me Armstrong how I whip it up Might black out like a funeral Might cut 'em off, umbilical Got glock like we (Endure?) Fucking on the hoe and got bored They just took another nigga to the morgue I pulled up and keep going I kick a bitch out like hike I kick a bitch out like sike Goodbye! Hello?! I just got some R.I.P.'s and I'm way too excited I just dropped a pin on the smoke and you're invited Fashionably late, late, late Grind baby, skate, skate, skate She wanna date, date, date Caressed by the hands of the gods On the wheel they are spinning my fate On the wheel they are spinning my fate I just wanna sail and surf the skyline, yeah Eleven freaky hoes and they mine, mine, yeah I'm activated 'cause you know it's prime time like Amazon Loading them brains, ain't no need for brawn I'm starting a cult and I need some pawns Step through the fire like Chaka Khan Tip-toe my step in my aura neat Ain't no debate, you have several seats You can borrow my love on the second week You can swallow my love on the second meet I don't do the tricks but I got a treat I don't do the tricks but I gotta see I just got a pint of Wock like I got laryngitis Keep the conversation brief like whitey tighties Punch, f*ck 'em
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Written by: Anthony Rodgers, Marquis Whittaker
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