Lyrics:
like a keeper
No FIFA got sprayed like cleaner
Hop out the honda he dashed like cheetah
Don't wanna see me lose my temper
Blastin the hand ting off like
by his self or with a group too
Who? Fight back oh it like that [?]
Where my knife at, shawty I be right back.
[Hook:]
Fresh out the box I'm a mash
I think she showed her homies
Why? cause all the homies on me
Ayo all the digital gunna have to do for now
But imma break it down when I get by your
written hit list
Whatever come next on my written hit list
Like a slit wrist til I bleed out
And once I give my life for this you won’t doubt
That’s me
the locks
Okay no way the grind don’t stop
Niggas living code red tryna break out the box
All the people going wild they done blew up the spot
By the way
Saturday (Yeah)
You jump out the roof but you don't hit the ground
But you still break a leg on this Saturday (Yeah)
I don't talk a lot but I don't think
in a box
And that's light, that's light
But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right
That's what y'all call street?
No tales from the Crip this
bullshittin'
Tell ya girl about how hard this shit's gettin'
Shoot 'em down like the All World Crime Boss
Break soft and like a salad you'll get tossed
Voice
Well I don't just do the beat box, I rock on the mic
And all the rhymes that I say, all the people like
I get the crowd jumping, get the girl's hearts
box, I rock on the mic
And all the rhymes that I say, all the people like
I get the crowd jumping, get the girl's hearts pumping
All the party people
, uhh, I know y'all like this one
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, uhh, c'mon
[Keith Murray]
Yo y'all niggas will never see my level
Rap so hot I slap box with
people say what we have is just a game
Ooh, I'll never let you go
Come here, girl
Just got to make sweet love 'til the break of dawn
I don't want
they planned didn't and it won't work
So Break Out
I'm about to astonish you and them too so expect the supernatural
Break Out for they are going to be
box, I rock on the mic
And all the rhymes that I say, all the people like
I get the crowd jumping, get the girl's hearts pumping
All the party people
really wanna work this out
Damn girl I'm trying
Here's the remix (remix)
[Chorus 1]
I got this ice box where my heart used to be [2x] but (said)
I'm so
a vitamin, Hell without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full
written on it. It?s not the same, Captain. It?s not the same.
KWIRK
Turn off the view screen, we?re out here and this is where we are.
HUNKIE
Why
money huh
Fuck a bitch, I'd rather see this money come
You can't see me no more
I'm out in the country chump
With a girl from Capetown and
I got her from
awfully
When my one track is your whole fucking discography
Nothing in they pockets no wonder they be so out of pocket
Got this home advantage don't fuck
break you off
Always show you off
And you a trophy girl
You complete my world
And if I had a chance
I'd ask you to dance
Take my hand romance
Let this
box, I rock on the mic
And all the rhymes that I say, all the people like
I get the crowd jumping, get the girl's hearts pumping
All the party people
drank pour her up some pink whitney
We different with the pape all hunnits shout out benny
Smoked some cheetah blow finna mix it with some henny
Fucked
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the 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 why
You
did this shit all by myself
I guess that's how I'm going out
I get ready for the worst
In case these things go South
I need a break give me a breather
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