Lyrics:
the chrome and let's swang)
Tigers all up in the wall
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of scratch
take a match and spark up a little bud
flame-able, my hunger is unexplainable
Strike the match, just what I expected
The dread kid ejected in seconds
And here come two, opposite sexes, one black, one
Got a heart like a timebomb, ready to detonate
Making way for levity
The look in her eyes just serves to drive me insane
Well, strike another match
One, two, one two three four burn
Sit down; take your fucking turn
Strike a match and burn it all
Drown the fire in alcohol
(Fire and alcohol, can't
to stand out no wonder I'm da man now
Heavy my damn vowel let's fuck it off on Remy wow
Real me just airing it now Real me just airing it out
Niggas be
a n**** with a chopper die by a 22'
But we can get ignorant
Shady like Eminem
In love wit' da' Benjamins
My n****, we killin' it (we killin' it yeah!)
see gorilla
If we sleep we lying with it
And da wolf pack
They count the sheeps
So, don't be dying with it
Flute melodic-melody, in the room
She exotic-
can be the match that I strike to ignite and revive me
Lately I've been driving on the fumes
I feel tired and consumed
Need to spend time with you
I
up McDonalds and dine-n-dash
Up to eleven no Spinal Tap
Bringing the heat when I strike a match
And they be like
Hold up wait a minute
Calling me
root of a kilo is me nigga
Do the math, I'm a motherfucking G nigga
It's all on me now, as you can see now
I'm gon' get this money and I will not be
looking real nice
You sinking down like the titanic
Bars so hot I'm spitting volcanic
You can not match to my antics
You better panic, cause you cannot
Along
So many tryna test me only find out that I'll silence em
Only time you a match is when I strike and light ya dome
See I'm all that, call it Keenan
What you want to know
She said baby what's your horoscope
I'm a Libra she's an Aries
I'm hoping were compatible
I hope our vibes match
Right now it's
a match and did scratch it alight
It gave off a glow oh so bright
With each strike a vision appeared before her eyes
When she lit up all the rest it was
seat recline, they notice the hand
Car movin' slow, driven by the invisible man
Everything on the dash, digital and
I got a fast stashbox don't make
Hell yeah, you know that Glock spit
Turn around and do the dash, hit a nigga with that mop stick
Nigga, and you know we pop shit
5200 be my motherfuckin
one
Silence keeps your stitches tied
Together on your own
Break your oaths to match your bones
One by one
Dead flies are the only things left
on this jet coaster
Manga-esque scenes playing out, but wait a minute
A dash of honey and lemon, a match you won't forget (hey everybody’s a youth star)
Aye (Aye, aye)
I don't need nobody (Need nobody)
Aye (Aye, aye)
Look, I'm good all by myself and da cash is all I need
I don't fuck with many
we keep it high tech
Flossin' on some benjamin' shit ready to strike, Mah niggaz bike it
see-be yours and all your babys all the homies is crazy
Ima hit da dash rq real fast
Cus a nigga like me Ian trying collapse
Ride with a whole lotta shit ina back
And bro like to ride with a back ass strap
on to your keys
For mine is rusted and weak
No other place for me to be
Since you were only seventeen
But I want it all, I want it bad
Strike a match, isn’t it
neck you be tryin it
I be adding it up while you minus
I be drinking des hoes by 6 pack
Hit em wit da get back
Don’t know where he get dat
Said he bout
Together match yo, we a perfect pair
Is that true Marvin? ("Yeahhhhh! Music")
Yo, to get you to bang this
Body soul-snatcher, universal language
It be
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