Lyrics:
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
hella man freeze up
No Frieza when the gang Goku
I told bro it's all love like Durk
When we ride out first put a face on shirt
Got down, that's a blatant
organ chords
Dracula give me a melody
Cuz we are some maestros
I'll drop the beat
If you give me the mic tho
The name is Crispi
Stop calling me Michael
yeah I'm filled with glee
The fourth one I feel hatred and greed.
And now the whirlpools of light surrounds me
Mind be racing yeah, I got haunted dreams
Got chased by we and hit wid a glee
I said fam, give it a rest,
The food you smokin' might get you down,
The game we playin is not for guests,
Spillin'
see it's you
You got two nice boobs and a penis too
Beat boy, beat boy
Hit that perfect beat boy
Hit that perfect, hit that perfect
Hit that
to the Euro beat
Yeah, gonna be so cool
Twisting by the, twisting by the
By the pool
We're twisting by the pool
We're twisting by the pool
Twisting,
(summertime)
Tonight, we live, we laugh, we love under the moonlit sky (under the sky)
Dancing feet, heart's beat, as the stars go flying by (flying by)
Grab
walking son, I keep the song hostile
Mad weaponry, I bring by the stockpile
Way too deep, my block legendary
Many MC's tried to creep and got buried
He
afraid to end
The challenge in defeat
Still got to bust a new balance on my feet
Sam's chuck a hat and I'm
Styli'n on the beat
Hit the nae nae on some
Aye, aye
It's MAK11
Mena Beats
That's the move
Want my wrist all on icy
My bitch she so spicy
Got drip like we by sea
Won't quit I can't lose
All my
Grant & H1ghSky1 Diss Track
A goat in the sky…
Psych! This is a diss track.
We gotta be turnin’ up the beat, not slowing it down!
Guys, we’re not
We the mother fucking realest in the building
We don't deal with no fake ass niggas
We got money we don't want no favors
I got bitches I got bitches I
the party
we do
who
who ruin the party
we do
many men on da beats
so many men on da beats
but their beats cannot beat this cannabis twist
and they miss
on your door like it's trick or treat
You wanna compete, E-L-I-T-E, we the elite yeah
Put on a beat to get what I need and then we repeat
Capisce, All
Yeah
This beat is crazy, shout out to me
All you little fuckin', uh, D League, peasant
Tier 98-ass rappers and little clickbait-ass journalists
nooooo
All I wanna do is rock.....
I been so beat up
Beat up by Rock n Roll
Lord Ive been so beat up
Here we go
Ya know I'm beat up got so damn beat up
bad, di dislike button a di only ting dem pressing
Meanwhile, mi cool like a fan Just a girl
but now mi show yuh pon di beat mah di man Yea
We nuh
with other niggas, got me trying to compete
They can have you, ain't no musical chairs
You missed your beat, they can have my seat
I thought we could
the pain, He's a healer. Cast all your cares unto Jesus, there's nothing that stands between us.
We are covered, covered by your love. By your love, by your
Got me rolling royalties
Poverty and certain things got me thinking currencies
My Music Overseas it was inspired by the streets
Started off as a rapper
to show their ain't no glee
But I'll be doing shows soon on the road rv
Cuz my bars got the power of a fucking army
Feeling like a lost boy no Cordae
A key
passages
Lead by example
Cast a differential
Temple to temple, we pick up the tempo and
Move the proceedings and start the believing and
Speak love
Strip
fire, got that work, I got that heat
And my supplier go by Khosmo on the beat
The whole team you know err body eat
We gon get the chip then next year we
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