Lyrics:
dressed up in a white costume
Padding out leftover room
Body stretching, feel the wrenching
In the cage
Get me out of the cage
In the glare
dressed up in a white costume
Padding out leftover room
Body stretching, feel the wrenching
In the cage
Get me out of the cage
In the glare
to rap
Out in Texas like Dak
I'll let you know when I'm back
I see u padding the stats, I got a 10 on my lap
Haha Yeah
She hoping this shit gonna last
Fuck
Stalactites, stalagmites
Shut me in, lock me tight
Lips are dry, throat is dry
Feel like burning, stomach churning
I'm dressed up in a white costume
Padding out
and stalagmites lock into a fixed position, forming a cage whose bars are moving in towards him.
If I keep my self-control,
I'll be safe in my soul.
wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)
I'm only one call away (if you was my baby)
Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could
Fate Tales flip us to a brand new page
I'm bout to hit the streets like I'm Luke Cage
Production kick like Misty Knight
While this dude swang
Sweet
wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)
I'm only one call away (if you was my baby)
Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could
niggas fr
Hop in the demon skirt off this a challenger
I hit her up n she test me i challenge her
Run to the sack like i’m watt with no padding
My
keep padding y'all's stats
I'll just ball in the league, yeah
Said y'all can worry bout numbers
While I got people counting on me
I said I got
People
way, no shit like Friday
Is highday, I know it's just a lie they roll down the highway on my way
I live with the feeling like I'm in a cage I got shit
an Aries way you carry self
Got me spinning like I'm a living carousel
Look like an angel coming straight from hell
Cassie cage Cassie cage
Rip your heart
stop we found another strand ya'll
Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll
Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely
Amsterdam a place called home
the +weight+ like I'm +Oprah's son+
Uhhh, I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry paddings
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve
(AXL)
Yeah, uh
Ain't playin' with niggas (yeah)
'Cause we are them niggas (we are them niggas)
Roll like gorillas (we roll like gorillas)
We
with chicks in Burberry paddings
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden (u-uh)
He padded hisself the rap J.F.K., you wanna pass for my Jaqueline
Never on the honor roll
But I think that I should mention
I would have a masters now
If they gave it in detention
Shot spit wads till I turned blue
assuming
We don't always want what's right
Two fallen saplings in an open field
Snow padding gently on an empty bench
An old woman's jewelry lying
chickened out
Life span like a big lout
Niggas growing up too fast
So childish shit that won't last
iPhones and internet ring ring who this
Cage of flows get
I'm flowin and rappin
You joein (Mama) and cappin
You maxy i'm padding
These songs are slappin
I got young phelp, we both bad at rappin
But whatever
My life's been a gamble
Gets dicey on the rolls
Was down a few chips
Robbing Peter to pay Paul
Payday loans & repos
Had my back against the wall
Odds
to the stage
But best believe that when I'm back, I'm going right in the cage
Hundred strangers in a room, by the time I walk out
Got ninety-nine homies
to lose it seemed his face covered in tats
He rustled up the leaves with that thunderous clap
Nigga out there catching bodies like he padding his stats
best lit
Watched some of the best quit
I'm Undertaker in the cage
Swinging blades till ya head split and leave ya necklace
Reckless, no protection
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