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hard
Say the wrong names that's a red card
Do the wrong things for a next charge
Mana bench press and I'm getting large
Tell a f**k n***a stay out my
barulho do trovão da minha f1000 puxo no gral quando acelero quase ninguém viu pros bico sujo eu assaltei o Banco do Brasil
Trás a jack de mel que hoje é
Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees
Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired of
this shit man. Man I try to rap for
the silent treatment already ain't no siree
I'm taking on the role of a heel or the heavy
Bout to make a flick in which yo protag gets taken out by me,
Try me,
a D-O-G to the G-O-D
Got OCD and not your CD
Hit her with the D-O-P-E D
That's Dope Dick Tunechi, DDT
You could D-I-E for a F-E-E
I'll D-I-E for my
f-o-h-n, it's a kind of wind
Yeah, I know what you mean by wind
G for Gnarly,
I for irk
H is for hour
J for jalapeño
Good in either corn or flour
Make Believe (feat. Don Royal)
Written By D.I.O. & Don Royal
Please do not trip about the s*** that don't exist,
All of these rappers make believe
its whats with of how i-grow my e-f-f-o-r-t i bestow to my s-t-y-l-e with my bow (tie) i f-l-i-p-p-e-d you know and not to be lip-doubted and so i
on bass
Keep the applause I ain't flattered by the fake
Went & told them f*** that extra s*** I need my bag up
Always telling me I'm cutthroat like a dagger
Lockdown
Lockdown
21 Y E A R S L O C K
Lockdown
Trapped Inside my
On my mind
Living On My
Own realm
Call that shit F L A C X
Dimensional yeah
Call
"I'm not going econ-, um, economy")
Yeah, right, why?
(Stormzy is my son)
Brap
I've been the G.O.A.T. for so long I guess it's not excitin' when I
Drink Hypnotiq and she roll big body
And she got a body, that is gangsta hottie
And she f*** with nothin but gangstas that is old O.G.'s (O.G.)
24's
boy, I'm down for the tussel
Show you what's up under this fat, it's the muscle
Mr. Killa
We're right to your jaw
I'm drillin' ya
So what the f**k it is
Bdina hdachi avon windows xp
Ma wa3r 9ad n7ot felling khas ikouno 3andhom respect
F'lbalasa 7atit flow o nsito b'7al l'ex fl hp
Bedina bedina
Mli
You fake rappers get the boot
Sprayed like brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at they video shoot
I bump your ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy
I always would rather get my bread up
Sick of Ramen noodles was fed up
Broke as hell I knew I needed better
Take the L, the L is just a letter
Me I'm
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
It's the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby
C'mon!
[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all
to Mexico) Hey, hey, hey I'm sending out an S.O.S.(yeahh) I'm gonna tell the F.B.I. I'm might even to get myself a secret spy Because I lost my baby So
one
I rhyme about what I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doin' like lesser than a bomb do
T-H-E M-C O-F R-A-P T-O L-double O-K
A-T I-N T-H-E
the fans, like your thumbs up, what up?
I make them bowl like Shopper Ranks
I'm the Captain of the Ship, make them cats walk the plank
What the f you
Portals (Lyrics)
Written By D.I.O.
You let her fool you never could be me
She kept it brief you ordered suites and said you play for keeps,
It
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
talki say
Either good or bad oh
You go stay with me oh
Apon b'epo re o ma ti wa fe wa sodo oh
You made me such a fool
By believing love is real
Ah ah
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