Lyrics:
More likely to trot, (too hard to run)
Don't forget Kong, man (he was king)
Of the All or Nothings
Launch angles
F.I.P.
Exit velocity
Why even bother
Ya'll already know my
style 항상 prime time now
뭐 엄청난 사명감에
절어 하는 짓거리는 아니지
그저 이끌리는대로 따라가는 victory
일종의 theory 일단은 be original
차원이 다른 비거리와
launch angle 정리하면
Check it out now
I work the angles like off the cushion in the side pocket
Electrifying like a live socket
Hit em with all flavors yup
We
Check it out now
I work the angles like off the cushion in the side pocket
Electrifying like a live socket
Hit em with all flavors yup
We
HMPH
DEATH FROM PABLO
GOT THIS BEAT FROM PABLO
YEAH, AYE!
THEY COUNTIN MY LAUNCH
TWO ROCKETS, IM READY TO POP OFF
THEY LOOKIN FOR NUMBER ONE
PROMISE
just for keeping
The ice cold, yeah we were legends and we still are
Two hundred fallen angels, we balling from every angle
Heavy bag gold, panamania
statements
I launch like lead projectiles, straight out the basement
I suplex your rep, left ruined like the Aztecs
Parasites, double edge dice your larynx
trigonometry Christ the body and me launch military assault mathematically
Tryna find x factor from an acute angle
the next young dude with bell
and unstable
Download the override and assess
The situation as fatal
Arms folded into a ninety degree angle
Beneath wing prepare for horizontal attack
As I
roll
Be advised
We be them guys
We shoot from every angle
Stripes on me, like bengals
There it is there he go
Launch pad
You ain't know
Shit you
And snatch up the comets, the planets, and the galaxy ball it up
Wind back and I launch down and stand up upon it
Smash it and stomp it, couldn't fathom
Like Im Kurt Angle I make her tap
I take a pussy nigga off the map
I destroy a nigga like I'm Drax
Steady walking nigga I'm running laps
I gotta baddy
CashMoneyAp
Prepare for launch in
3
(Ouu)2
1
Baby take my hand
I'll do everything for you
Know that I adore you
I'll never ignore you
We 'gon see
one of us Then I must go
I'm taking off with new launch codes
Hit the pussy knock her flin stones
Imma make her fucking bed rock
While I getting
caffeine
Pour that yak then she attack me slow, slow
We make contact and the impact be whoa
Back and forth, a half or so
It launch you like a catapult
Get
been fan, Kerry Washington, I'll be your man
I got the capitol in my hands
And in the bank
And in my pockets, Elon I launch the rocket
Phenom, just like
I wear my utensils to kill it don't last long
One sec and you up in the air
My guardian angle just sent me a message to earth
And he told me you
It’s an apocalypse anvil
Cute like isosceles angles
These chicks actin posh, they don't know all this pain tho
Passion and pain fuel this heart, I remain
Flashing red sirens and horns
Countdown ten seconds till launch
Gear up get ready for war
Not here to play anymore
Yeah feel it now
Heart beating
will be just fine but I'll decline
Oh I'll decline
Just angle me on a moon beam gleam
On a cloud filled night, just a fleeting thing
And I'll launch
Should've been concerned with cut of your crafting
Angles, degrees, folds, creasings of your wrappings
Always had a crooked swipe, I was the student
harder with the launch tray
Bullets small with forward Iguodala the Andre
Gun in my hand, the knife in the other
Whichever one of them strike, say good
feel the ill dire who sire and hell fire
I launch writers
put the drawn on Gong's wire
Jedi swordsmen give rappers a foul furtune
what shines slippin
dire who sire in hellfire
I launch writers
Put your drawn on gong's wire
Jedi swordsman give rappers a foul fortune
Science to contortion your body into
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