Lyrics:
(Jump so high)
I could jump over the
Beat beat beat on the weekend
Eat, fuck, sleep repeat all I’m thinkin’
VV shine got u blinkin’
No Mariah Carey but
Hail to mulatto
Italiano
Farrago
Anything with a twist yo
For the night flows hot like sirocco
Mix with all for the ritual.
Win skin like Marlon Brando
haha
But from my view, these wizards need some pampering
Not a mere mix dilutin' and tampering with the essence
Leavin' em with a lack of substance
In the club three shots and a drink
Body slamming, yea they gotta double blink
My crew heavy yea we all in sync
Couple Cs, Double Gs, heavy links
imma get there
Make sure my shits clear so that the people could hear
My rhymes, as I procced to get into the mix
Don't sweat the technique cuz if you do
counts but it better not be socks
I prefer that all my gifts be strictly monetary yeah
Let's enjoy the better days
Hangout by the fireplace
Give in
I need my Gianna Dior in all kinda' Dior
Dm kehlani on tour but she kindly ignored (yeah)
I'm Fearin' by the year's end won't be hearing
your voice
they just wanna mate
Boy you claimin you da best hold up you a liar
City on my back I’m bouta Carey like Mariah
And you know I’m on fire, Ghost Rider
my ego free
Now the world know my government, and I'm lovin it
All levels, from White House to the covenant
Big boy, when the mics and the lights
These kids just
Don't give a shit 'bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it
Long as they can go to
The club and get blitzed
Pick up some
singing other people songs like they some wedding singers
T Man swimming laps around these niggas
Like a water meter
Shout out to Mariah Carey
I’m
Britney, Whitney and Mariah Carey
Cape Town is a zoo, so it’s reg to call it Tygervalley
You would think it’s hunger games by the way we rocking J’s
Every
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit
spittin "thru the wire"
I never get tired
Of loving you no liar
Sometimes I gotta zone out, just to take us higher
But you the one I'll Carey word to Mariah
fear
Turn the club into a mosh pit
Spend 20 bands, do a back flip
Girl, drop it low, shake that
My wrists rocky like A$AP
This a G mix and I laced that,
Harry
Masked up, hoodie and gloves just like Gary
I keep two cannons with me so like Mariah I Carey
Ain't nobody hotter put my hands on the Bible
Ain't no
but I still remain the same
So if you down for the ride, then I'm glad that you came, and I came between canyons like them babies by Mariah
Turn your
sellin' crack be
Say what up to my neighbourhood dealers
Niggas rollin' cee-lo, local car stealers
Narcs cruisin' by
They wanna lock us on the way
No eye
movin'!
We can keep the club jumpin' till daylight
From New York to L.A. through the Bay; right?
Back up to back up in the mix like that (yeah!)
And I
the mouthpiece of a ventriloquist
When I'm talking business, I barely move my lips
I don't want no suckers and counterfeits in my mix
I don't want them around
more doors
Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggas is armed
And when we get there, all my niggas in the mix
Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin'
bitch look like Mariah Carey
Brown skin that's my Hale Berry
Just got a new method come get you some Gucci
Your boyfriend pussy pop his ass like a coochie
off from a new Loft
My 'Migos with me, Take Off
Turn monster during Face off
Grind all night, shifts grave yard
Big dog, Saint Bernard!
On tracks I put
Make the choppa sing its Mariah Carey now
Yea these niggas bitches look like Tyler Perry now
Plaid on my jeans closet so Burberry now
Heard you got
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