EZEKIEL
Boombox Saints
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I'm a bad motherfucker, spittin' wicked rhymes Flow is real nice and my bitch is real fine Never let 'em steal my shine, tell her read between the lines 'Cause I'm focused on my grind, she just want my time Back in the stu, back in the stu spittin' bars with my crew Hunter cooked the track and I know just what to do Real hustler after everything that I've been through Hustlin' till my Rolls got the stars on the roof Still stuntin' like I got the broads in the coupe Still runnin' on these bitches, gotta catch my blues Headhuntin' feelin' hot, think I caught the flu Y'all cant even fathom how I play it Got a bad bitch in the whip then I slay it Okay it's about damn time time that I say it Let it be the last time I have to explain this Look at me I'm the golden example Makin' shit look easy, y'all can't even hold a candle Buddy Rich when I fly off the handle Call me Jesus Christ when I walk in my sandals You know I'm tighter than Amish pussy Motherfuckers better pay homage to the real Gs Turn this shit into a Tarantino movie, me and my bitch gettin' groovy Lay my vengeance upon thee Get it through your head and you can't understand that Chillin' with a Filipino girl and her ass fat Whippin' 'round town in a blacked out Hellcat Numbers goin' up somethin' like it's the NASDAQ High pressure but you know that I'm still chillin Saints on the beat you know that we stay killin' F*ck you know about me I'm the real villain No Michael Jackson but you know that we stay thrillin' What you know about me, bitch I'm only eighteen And I got big dreams of a cherry M3 Imma meet Jay-Z, Imma make big green Imma change the scene Tell me the last motherfucker you seen chillin' in a taxi Drunk in the front, couple bitches in the backseat Spittin' so cold, tell the driver man to blast heat Mysterious hoes always actin' like Daphne Back me into the corner gotta have me She actin' mad at me like she gonna attack me Reacting fastly to all my words badly Yeah we them boys, didn't come up out the backstreets A baddy, think 'bout my name before she taggin' me This only one take, what you know about mastery Let me know how often you are tunin' out blasphemy Better come get me before I desecrate a masterpiece
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Written by: Hunter Moore, Jackson Turley, Johnny Baldwin, Riley Knudsen
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