Lyrics:
ini rima olahan Super Seiya
Hip hop make me love y'all, I told y'all
Ma ma maniac (What! What!) Canduku bertabiat
Menggeliat lebih giat
prefer a maniac
Show me where the brains be at
Show me where them brains be at
I've always kept it real on Halloween I never had a mask
Now I'm up in
like dinamite
dis 1
hip bound sound listen up get around try 2 touch dis down
five days a week im workin so hard
wanna keep chilling cool in my yard
i
You can catch me out at Chili's
Waiter super friendly
I'm about to drop a milli
But I don't even have to
Got the two for twenty five
Anytime I'm
brick, hey, hey
Bricks and bales shit, hey, hey
Bitch, I'm super rich
Bitch, I'm stupid rich
I-I go ape shit, call that Ludacris, hey, hey
I'm not new
que tienes
I flow in like a maniac
When I'm on the Mic
Frases rápidas pa super vibe
Fresstyle hasta que digas bye
Baby dame mas de este estilo
the house flyin' high
then I realize the dj's playin' na dope, dope track
oh! my god?the kru's makin a comeback!
whack, wickety whack
the rap maniac is back
they gon' build statutes for me
Old money, Benjamin Button, "What?" nothin'
Now it's super bad chicks givin' me McLovin
You would think I ran
Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady bangin'
Hoes steady sangin from the gang that we claimin'
Yo, it's Waniac, the maniac, Trip Loc won't you spit
city got a block
What you makin when you take it to a different type of level that it pops
Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady bangin
Hoes steady
you makin' when you take it to a different type of level that it pops
Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady bangin'
Hoes steady sangin' from
tellin losers chill shuttin down the rumor mills
With my computer skills and rap tracks that are super ill
I could never be a presidential candidate
I'd
they gon' build statutes for me
Old money, Benjamin Button, "What?" nothin'
Now it's super bad chicks givin' me McLovin
You would think I ran
when you take it to a
Different type of level that it pops
Know the Dogg keep the hip rocks
Steady banging hoes steady sang in from the
Gang that we
Wake up shake up
Girls luv a freak song turn the funk up
Us twins be a must so super pro static feems bounce with us
Let me tell ya bout a feem
Queen
I choke her
She like when I go super masculine
Ride me like a cowgirl, rodeo, top floor
No condom
Mansion, Dirty Diana, diamonds dancing
And she got
I got styles
STYLES!
get it honney tell inning to winning
run miles and miles to the speaker
super-propelicker it's the Sound of the Zeekers
OH!
samba-rock, blackpower, soul
Assim como o hip-hop era o nosso som
A transa negra que rolava as bolachas
A curtição do pedaço era o La Croachia
Eu era
out
Cause I'm the old school pervert
You know what I be all about
I'm lookin for a girl with some fat lips
And some nice hips
A honey dip to come
out
Cause I'm the old school pervert
You know what I be all about
I'm lookin for a girl with some fat lips
And some nice hips
A honey dip to come
Hey yo check it out I got a hype rhyme for ya
That I'll rock from London England to the boondocks of Georgia
Intelligent, benevolent, super, all
that you can play for your fam
Eating Turkey Mac and cheese collard greens and yams
And shoutout to the Super Bowl champion LA Rams
Y'all make a nigga
[Proof]
Yo, ay yo turn the heads and the mics up
We got the Dreadknaughts, you know what I'm sayin
Super MC, you know what I mean
Bugz, Dirty and all
and a plot that is boring my story is super iconic
My crew get to movin the rugers im shootin comin at me boy I wouldnt try it
They want modern music with
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