Starting Lineup (feat. FatBoi Blacc, Mike Messhiah & G-Hetto)

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Lex Ether

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I'm hotter than wasabi, shorty eat me like a Taki
If I pull up on the block, better not see an oppy
And I'm running from the cops, swear to God they not gone stop me
Bitch I'm Fat Boi Blacc and I might catch me a body
And I just popped this jigga and I'm out my fucking body
Disrespect me, you will be dead up in this lobby
Your bitch want to f*ck me, I just wanted the toppy
And my heart is cold, put it on ice just like it's hockey

I'm going to need you to pray for me
And everyone who taking aim at me
Some of you already came for me
The rest of y'all keep waiting patiently
But I'm not the one, though I'm cold as they come
Out of thirty-one flavors that' sold in the front
And basically, your cup is the only thing holding you up
From hanging with me
Let me put it on God, you don't want to be a dick like me
Just get good at one job
Shish up the kabob, put her on the Barbie
Bust her down that's your ticket to the party
Don't start me, with your malarkey
Cause I up the BPM of your heartbeat
Might want to make sure it's no kids in the car seat
As you park your big car on the dark street

Bending in the Beemer on my lap I got a Nina
Feeling like a Cheetah while I'm riding on the Edens
Leaning what you fiending I can get it by the liter
Riding in the skeeter, never riding in the beaters
Never down to follow, man I always been a leader
Only blowing gas and I'm only spinning heaters
Psycho type of nigga gang banging on polices
Team full of major leaguers
Nolan Ryan couldn't defeat us tossing hundred mile heaters
Turning leases into eaters, damn I'm out of time
Man, I forgot to feed the meter

I pick up the pump, stick up the chump
Take off a chunk of meat for beefing
We could meet up in the middle of the streets
Them bullets be on repeat, they hit a nigga you leaking
Don't know anything about you, little cheat
If one of my niggas speak on such things he thinking
Depend on me to defend against the weak man
Who dare to contend the zone we sleep in
Police creeping, got a forty on me, it'll leave you leaking
Don't care what you saying - watch what you speaking
Got a bad lil bitch and she Puerto Rican
We'll get you waxed, get you sent to a deacon
F*ck you thought, nigga this forty out I air them out
Watch your whereabouts, wherever they be at
We'll pull a flame until we wear them out
Werewolves when the moon out, it's a full goon
It's a full howl, we be hunting down, and we'll hunt them down
With this forty out, we gone knock them down

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