Lyrics:
Chacho got the movie and it's on angles
Trynna plot on my dogs get dismangled (June)
In center like I'm in staples
Produced by I.V to the whole label (Uh)
a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
That be scattering
Over the global my vocals be traveling unraveling my abdomen
It's slime
clothes become microscopic decisions
Young bitches in prison, messing 'round with that life
Thug, drug dealer wife
Consequence cut like a knife, then
passin' out bruises,
lacerations and broken jawses
Emcees want to floss you better understand who's the boss
before I do a Michael Jackson and "Cut your
He should meditate up on being up to blocked
By arrows, rifles, spears and swords
Being carried away by surging waves
Being thrown in to the midst
only lay my voice on a track that Pooh cuts
A beat is like food for thought so I eat it
I'm feelin' kinda hungry Pooh so just feed it
Keep the bass
that's not wack
And my DJ, Joe Cooley's still on top of the stack
So you can say he's like wine, he's getting better with time
And General Jeff is by my
level ain't at my waist level
Turn up the bass 'til it's up-in-yo-face level
Don't do no press but I get the most press kit
Plus, yo, my bitch make
Ooh
I got the juice
You want the answers
I got the proof
You had the music up by the noose
You tried to kill it well I cut it loose
I've been at it for
closer
Holding me back from the world
Bass Solos: Paolo Gregoletto
I feel it changing
Cut out my heart with a knife
I feel it hating
Pull me closer
always knew this, ha ha
Yeah, boy!
Bass! How low can you go?
Death row, what a brother know
Once again, back is the incredible
rhyme animal,
about the ceiling gotta make songs
When I get to feeling like Jesus in a Ye song
Butcher I’m a cut it up with feeling and I stay gone
Give in
satirical
Says it's time to cut the umbilical
Offensively permissible
And anything additional is ostensibly dispensable
It's inevitable that I eat
laughing out in public, in the booth I'm hella serious
Deals cut with dollars, commas, slashes and the periods
Had a single date, she couldn't wait, she's
in the cut and you know she gon feel on me
Cameras flashin you know I can't see homie
Shine by my neck not my wrist
Two bitches dancin like the les
a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get
bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a band aid
Grade A, A1,
Chain the color of Akon
Black diamonds backpack around me
Cosigned by Louis Vuitton
Most rappers taste level ain't at my waist level
Turn up the bass 'til it's up-in-your-face level
Don't do no press but I get the most press, kid
Most rappers taste level ain't at my waist level
Turn up the bass 'til it's up-in-your-face level
Don't do no press but I get the most press, kid
Kaepernick practice sock
One ball and half a dick, Apple Watch
Crack for an axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff
Pulled Tabasco sauce out
Most rappers taste level ain't at my waist level
Turn up the bass 'til it's up-in-your-face level
Don't do no press but I get the most press, kid
Stat Quo baby, Atlanta's own in this thang
Uh, uh
I stays by my 'fetti baby, big boy Chevy baby
Choose a pimp, hop on in
Only if you're ready baby
Ain't
skies like I'm high and by the reef, I been the Hefe since papa died
I be the bass when we harmonize, catching my fade is like homicide
Mammoth the brave,
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