Lyrics:
you're the flyest
Cause you wrote a bar about Coronavirus
Yo shit ain't sick I won't deny it
Like Kratos I fuck with only giants
Control and I will get
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
cut, get funky on it
(Yo, L, them lyrics is dope man you know I'm sayin'?
You better raw sick for years..) this how we do it dog
(Pump that good man,
even know me
I utter the proper lingo
Grow colder wit every murmur
Lines harder than calcified
Gifted words is underlined
Spit so sick I had
and neglected
Single but I don't think she wants to accept it
So she's still texting ex's trying to get this
Back on track but I don't think that she gets it
did take the time, to try to hold on
I'm sick of that
Yeah it's hard, breakin' up ain't never easy, believe me
But fuck that, I wasn't gettin'
tell me that he's proud of me
He said you gonna find your way, just always ground yo feet
Victory
They tried to rewrite all our history
My melanin is so
'cause I'm back
Stick to your gossip like the glue to your tracks
I never liked your ass, by the way, 'cause you're wack
Give a dog a bone so
Exit 6 LeRon
I did it all by myself, Just by myself
I ain't need no help Nahh I did it Ya'll yo-yo I did it y'all
I did it all by myself Just by
Jah, so ha-lo-ha
Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush
Plush the Canola Range spittin off the roof, holdin my change
Yo it's ragtime, universal
one shot'll get yo mans noodled
Unc' selling that
This ain't no damn poodle
I beat him with my right so
I had off hand shoot him
7-3-4 to the city, this
thick
How you have everything in this world and waste it
Quince told don't worry it'll be okay, I'm so sick like Ne-Yo say
I'm laid back like Ne-Yo
thick
How you have everything in this world and waste it
Quince told don't worry it'll be okay, I'm so sick like Ne-Yo say
I'm laid back like Ne-Yo
when we walk through the blizzard
With no hat, coat, or gloves for our digits
It's been a long, long road, no fibbin'
Goes so quick though, excuse me
lil buddy
COLD TURKEY
Just left with yo bitch and I gave her the Whole meat
I'm eating jerk chicken and cabbage bitch say she hungry so I passed her
want my heart?
I make that bitch give me her soul
Tat' my name across yo' face so
Yo' next nigga gon' know shit, you a ho
I put yo' mama right on that
as possible
so leave ya message after the buzza
(CHORUS)ALL:
yo pick up ya mobile its the blackout crew who you
dial dial dial dial dial dial dial dial dial
considered
That you are a bitch
And I am a dick
Who's sick of this shit
So tell me real quick
You moving that ass or am I doing this?
I gave you a chance
You
Star track at your door mat, leave you dormant like a bitch
If you gawk at me wont gawk back, so don't ball gag on my dick
I snap and I talk fat, I wont
a sermon
Spittin' sick is a gift
I've been blessed by the lord
Been the illest since they snipped
My umbilical cord nigga
Yo, what the fuck is up man?
bred spittin'em syllables/
Rappin up rhymes m too deep speakin in parables/
M too sick yall are weak ur mental is not eligible/
Subliminal barz prolific
going so ghost
You could say I'm wearing camo
Call me Danny phantom
Because I am going ghost
Yuh
Anytime you hear my tracks
"Hey can we be bro's"
Call me
The city on our back, we was the opening act
Throw our tapes in the crowd, they throw 'em right back
But we stayed on track, they stayed on the tracks
I
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