Lyrics:
the block cuz I own mine im valid
You wouldn't be the best with a co sign from Khalid
Sip ciroc with the prettiest dimes
Diddy bop through Harlem the city is
said kids
He cap for a living he workin' at Lids, he smokin' on mids
Ugh, that's dirty as shit
Can't be with a flirtatious trick
Cause I know you a spawn
the weight
Put food on the plate
You scheme in a way
You trade it away
I'm saying my grace
I lie by the way
You make your mistakes
I'm done with this shit uhuh
And I'm running through the city like I'm kidz bop
Too clean on the scene check the wrist watch
I'm clean like a billi hit a milly rock
And I'm killin all
the smoke
We like it hot
We want a bop
We on the floor, yeah
And we wanna, we wanna
We wanna
We don't look, there's no bright side
Gentrified by the white
I been beating down the block
Serving hell of bops
Smoking moon rock
Ay where the fuck you been at
I been beating down the block
Beating down
Ima kill kill for the kids
Cuz I feel feel for the kids
Ima steal steal for the kids
Cuz I heal, heal for the kids
Ima kill kill for the kids
Its
Get it started, get stupid
Don't worry 'bout it people, we'll walk you through it
Step by step like the infant new kid
Inch by inch with a new
to erase his thoughts
Brainwashed by da KIDZ BOP guess I made an op stop
Ight for real tho I gotta let you know
Lend me your ear I'm taking this one solo
white trash
Miss me with the bullshit, get frisbee'd right back
I know Many Men who'd hit you with Fifty by chance
A bunch of conniving cons that are
stop this if I wanted to
Hey kid, what's the plan for tomorrow?
Where will I wake up? Where will I wake up?
Hey kid, what's the plan for tomorrow?
words, sound like Revenge Of The Nerds
It's Kidz Bop tryna pass for Hip Hop, it's absurd
I bring doom in the room wit no kinda hope
Like Bud Dwyer when he
went and bought me the Alex McQueen for a thousand
They keep on talking 'bout, what kind of sauce you got? kid, like I got thousands
Hold up, hold up,
quartet
I bring doom to the muthafucken Audio cassette
Ill fucken body you any beat any tempo
Shit get killed on a kidz bop instrumental
I dont give a fuck
over a sign
Because you’re just my kind
Think of what we will be
And life’s a game of waiting love’s a way to create
A better day
And I mean to abide by
handle
Lost lives to mind battles
Don’t you listen to them, kid
Kid I know your strength
But don’t you show them that your weak
Just know you will be okay
Yeah I got swag, I got drip
I got what you call that shit
I'm that man that don't miss
Mr. walking Confidence
Definition of success
Take what I want
the Alex McQueen for a thousand
They keep on talking 'bout What kind of sauce you got? kid, like, I got thousands
Hold up, hold up, blue bill, blue bill,
on steady
I'm ready for the mission of freestylin' acting shitty
Converse you with the energy enemy I focus on ya
Every styles you make I will take
You won't get to hurt anymore
Justice will finally be restored
Facing all the danger in store
I'll leave you crawling back for more!
Drowning, Drowning
badass, nigga you scary
I been knowin' you for years, we was high school peers, in junior high
I was itchin' to kill, and you was, ready to die
Why
Hey there, teenage Baltimore!
Don't change that channel!
'Cause it's time for the Corny
Collins Show! Brought to you by
Ultra Clutch Hairspray!
Lookin' at you wide like fuck you probably think I'm high
What, chain around my like bluff, headin for Egypt
Hennessey drink, mahogany guns
Trees
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her!
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