Lyrics:
need no press
I'mma hot boy shout out Weezy baby
If your man is low
Nigga, you should pay 'em
I got bitches in my swimming pool
Real life mermaids
the Mothership unknown to man
With a blunt in my hand, a mic in the other hand
God damn I slam I jam like this
Sure nuff, my rap style is Cold Crush
And plus,
right
Know Imma kick, know imma drop
Make sure my shit so tight
I seen you mad, seen you hot
Like you got took by a ghost white
Notice you bitter, cuz I
right beside New York
Yeah, the streets is watchin' even Mimes wanna talk
I run up on a DJ, smack em' on camera
Makin' sure I get my wax on like
the return of the arrival;
Turnkey file with certainty in the style
cshes smoldering in a burning pile;
"Sure hot", its the first thought when they heard
breath away
Your love will never fade
And I’ll be yours
Such such a hot mess
When
My hair is undone you say Paris style
I throw things at you you can’t
die smiling
Try wilding, I get hostile then I'm violent
I don't make threats nigga I promise
My style is stalin mixed with sick lyrics
If you hear it,
'posed to be the illest on three coasts
Familia, bigga than Icos
Y'all, Danny DeVitoes, small niggaz
All I see is the penny heaters, that's all niggaz
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot
You niggas is clones,
I hand out styles like ice cream cones
get the fuck out'a here
[Pusha T]
Thats for real, my gats is real
SL5 is looking like
can you handle my stamina?
You won't believe the things I say when you walk by
My game cool but when it's on but it's hot when I talk high
Now
type
Is this what you like
JDM
You don't hear those pipes (those pipes, pipes)
She roll with me 'cause my game so tight
Just another one of those Hot
She be cooking in the kitchen, sauce it up like Italians
Down for the challenge, Whatever the style is
I wanna see you with your hair up, and get
[Kardinal Offishall]
Alright
Yo, I'm bust
I'mma kill it, I'mma kill it
Here we go here we go
Yo
My flow is like a cock block for your whole label
bound to cops my sounds a hot round of shots
Bounce and drop crowd the spot out the shop out of stock
Strict business sittin' back at your place
Beside
shorty could get down (uh-wow)
Conversations Amazing
In my 4, shorty's in heavy rotation (for sure)
Thinking to myself like, this is the one
Broke her
We in front of the liquor store
Busting no rounds
Just bars of Hot discussion
We in front of the liquor store
Busting no rounds
Just bars of Hot
style
The kinda jam that used to make you smile
The kinda thang that made ya mama go wild
Third great white boy - 24 mile
Keep it squeaky clean mop & glo
and onions by the Nile
Ooh what breath for dining out in style
Ooh, my life's on the skids
Building the pyramids
Well there's nothing do but travel
Can't lie, I still wake up and juug some days
Just to make sure that my family good some days, yeah
Salt and pepper, hot sauce in my noodles
Mama
shit
Lift off rounds and jet quick
This piece is gettin heated
Cause a rush, a stampedin
Devils are all defeated by the blood brothers
Chorus
Verse
school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, cognac lounge beat
Motherfucker, cognac lounge beat
M-motherfucker, cognac lounge beat
Yeah it's
it to the roof top
Coming from da basement
Success is in da air
I could almost taste it
Erbody rap
Not wit my style
Had to switch it up
Jus to find my
And the Nikes on my feet that is all I need
So come on, watch my style and just listen to me
Summertime is the season that makes me feel free
With the Ray-Ban
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