Lyrics:
stacking racks yet boy that's so tragic
UptownBODEGA, who dat? got the people asking
I holla back where the smoke at? where the weed at
A lotta niggas need
I don't squash the beef
You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said
But when they
I don't squash the beef
You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said
But when they
day off I'd beg for but won't get
Another reminder I haven't made nothing of myself yet
Another line that might make it
Another idea that might take you
the rain
Ah man here we go again
You live to see another day
Riding round listening to chief keef
See them out in traffic and then beep beep
Spin it back
And get paid for features
Niggas don't want to see me dead either
Time to go another show
I'm a bouncer on the low
If you pay me Good
I know where I Go
Even if I do it big imma feel like I ain't did enough
Load came in gotta break em down sacc it up
Get in traffic sell the work now I'm getting these
you ain't really
Got it like that
cy
On the road
Interstate traffic movin slow
I'm just tryna make it home
Better yet I'm tryna make it cross the globe
Here we go
Or not…
Traffic
Bumper to bumper to bumper
Traffic
Traffic
Bumper to bumper to bumper
Traffic
Traffic (uh huh)
Bumper to bumper to bumper
The traffic's so noisy it's a shock
Sounds like fireworks or a gun on the next block
Ah, hookywooky with you
Your ex-lover satchel is here from france
Yet
breathing in the jet plane fumes
To yet another motel room
3000 miles away from you
Sitting in a traffic queue
Don't know what we're gonna do
3000 miles away
Pickin' out the afro and pullin' out the gear
I hear the same sounds every mornin'
Sports centre, the traffic
Your mom dukes screamin' in my ear
Dipped, yet
another, 'nother, 'nother, 'nother
('nother, 'nother, 'nother, 'nother)
Thank you, thank you, but this presentation isn't over yet – far from it
Do you
It’s a night out in the city oh woah
Tryna find the one to fix me oh woah
I poured up two shots they ain’t hit me yet woah
Another two I might be
Ladies and gentle men
(best beat of all times, Yuzy loshe beat)
It's another one
Yeah Mac efizzy, (am snapping)
E yo! Effect Mc (ILMGF)
We are going
go down another dive
Threw us out, we went next door, Shawn put the bouncer on the floor
Wisco, Dice, Jade Monkey- we drank them all until empty
Boots
drop the bouncer a five
To show the people I'm not the kind who waits in line
Know I'm looking fine, I fix my eyes on what's mine
The wildest thing
is a tendency to zealously judge one another mentally as well
As verbally
As if we don't all owe the same debt
And yet, all the while, we have
Cause he got black people
I showed up to the show little early ready for sound check
He told me what are you doing you shouldn't be around yet
Well I
to comp this traffic
I'm catching onto these bad habit's
Like it's over
Hearts beating faster
Teeths chrunchin
Nails in pillow - Surrounded shallow
start
We getting older feeling sober
Death won't do us apart
I hope you know.
Undercover
Undercover
I don't need another lover
two way traffic na
Sioni
Don't you be a traffic light
With all things said
You turn to red
Don't you be a traffic light
Don't you be a round-a-bout
Not another
bouncer kicks the door says I'm too rowdy bro
It's ok just another story for your lil post
Champion flow
Still bringing the melody while still lyrical
Might
like fighting another man
'Cause he cut me off in traffic, and my morning started bad
I'm glad that his kids got to see
That his dad's a giant prick
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