Lyrics:
switcharoo ten different races
Speakin' no Inglo, put ten in their face
Smokin' on indo I got from the Bay
Fuckin' and dismissin', they cannot stay
Catch a cab
the best
Thinkin' how am I gonna
Turn a ten speed
To a tour bus
I keep a crew smaller than a crew cab
Back then we woulda fit all us
Now I'm by myself
tried to say that I have ADD
Lie awake, I was crazy by 10
They tried to hate, tried to make me like them
They tried to rate me with the slow example
tonight
Put a ten dollar tip on top of the fare so she’ll come back and take me any where
I do the cab ride boogie the cab ride boogie
Come on driver take
very hungry) (3x)
Apartment 223 with body parts under my bed
cut your abdomen out stab your fuckin leather coat
I chant while candles burn with robes
Silver check it
Silver
When a house i’m in silver teslet
A demanding job with vagabond a Farakhan
Fast as Amazon DotCom change by a corner
In Avalon
to a shooter
Ask me how they do it, kickin' shit, Ryu, Ken
Put it in a cab, send it to a Arab
Hit 'em with the MAC now, now his whole body scabbed
Cash
know that the Double X L hit 'em
Double X L spittin, Double X L listen
Tune in to my Double X L mission
Double X L through it, Double X L do it
I'm
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
by the hour
Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin
Milk keeps the beat (I keep the beat)
With the tap of his feet (With the tap of my feet)
When he count it
names and make fun of you
(Ho) But me the Lyte
I'm into speakin the truth
Like a watchtower, hour by the hour
Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin
Milk keeps
while you all up on my belly
Loving my head, when it's all up in her jelly
Where your nigga at, know he really getting jelly
10 missed calls right there
Money Making Mission
I’m on it
Cash I want it
Crypto I own it
You niggas really don’t know me
You better pay if you owe me
Sick and tired of being
cause gifted lines
The flows I knows puts the papers in pockets
Swings of things, observed in my sockets
In ten spot I got stacks of LP wax
Couderoy
Fallin in love with this paper
Like 14th of February
Get it by any means necessary
You wasn’t with me
When I wasn’t rocking
So now what you saying
Is
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
I just might hop inside a cab today (skrt)
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today (aye)
When I bend the corner man, the rims bent (bent)
Burberry guts
at 1:45
Got her number by 2, yeah
[Chorus]
Spent like fifteen hundred for my shoes (Fifteen hundred, fifteen hundred)
Then I brought ten pairs for my
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
closer
They want closure, from drinking they self sober
Hoping that if they bend over, they'll get bit by my cobra oh
Girls is firing, to get rear ended
By
flippin on a stolen car mission
Roll up in parkin lot, find a dark spot
Grab the screwdriver, pop the car lock
One hand pose, layin by the windows
Tryin
Intro (cAb):
We working harder than the naked floor
But we ain’t making more
Like what we waiting for we gotta take shit
No hesitation or
Deal with
a tank full of gas on
The road with the riches
In a jacked up Chevy with
A cab full of bitches
Slingin' mud on the world country
Boy on a mission i'm from
Get marked on your chest like an X-men
Get two sauced
So screw off
I'm the beast without the blue balls
And I will feast on your crew
If they wanna beef
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