Lyrics:
waiting for more
Our fingers don't lock like they used to
As if I've lost the key
Stuck standing out at your front door
Night rain pouring down on me
This
assume you pushin p wit all that package on you
Throw it back I catch you my center
But I snap it for you
Lookin for the action let's start scraping use my
in my actions
Who you know better than me
Call me the goat
I got places to go
People to see
Snap on a curse like I snap on a beat
You can add all
charting off cap
Few and far between, i find a real good rap
Make u feel good
When they really snap
In the game no hack
Eating sugar smacks
Still grillin
Collective thoughts proceeding actions Subconsciously what kinda person are U b it was ment to be set in stone snap like celery fuck the next mans I
bitch, I know she fuck with that
She double tapped on Insta, now she's adding me on fucking Snap
Me and - hitting licks, we're creeping through your
so trapped as this darkness made the lap, let's snap, I rose up in the place made all those bitches eat it sticking that middle finger in their face
uh
Pulling up, S Thirteen, we driving down the road, uh
Killed my soul long ago, middle fingers to the thots, uh
You know that me and Tazzy got
an all-mighty push
If you let me snap on the game I'll have you grabbing your tush
All it takes is one stroke with the brush
Yeah, I'm talking long strokes like
Snapping fingers and foot taps,
Snap, tap, in the cloud's lap,
Dreams take flight, no map, no gap.
Scurry, flurry, in the sky they race,
Clouds in motion, a dreamy chase.
I'm dirty like I didn't take a bath
Come correct with the money 'muthafucka
Do ya math I'm
On the path past enlightenment
Left hand finger roll but I
your brain like it's Tarzan
See the critics talking their hate, hit the alt+tab
Sick of rappers acting irate, call that all gab
Aw snap, gonna get down
Shawty said she keep the name
So I gotta put a ring on her finger then
Hip Hop in my will
So everything I say is true
I'm the hardest in the city
So if
That old back scratcher has me in its spell,
That old back scratcher like the Chinese sell
Your plastic fingers up and down my spine,
The same old
pregnant off a finger ah
Doc the code name, merging both lanes off the lot
(We can die) Yeah I'm taking full blame
I'm hard headed, cap fitted for ryhmes
I
how this nigga roll
Finger on the trigger low, quick to lick a shot for that bigger pot of gold
Lock and load, my heavy metal rock and rolls
motherfuckin' pockets 'fore they find your ass dead in the park
Put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers
No I ain't the cops, I just want your
But when I try to reach your fingers
You just vanish into air
I want to feel you with my senses
'Cause I'm almost sure the texture
Of your
That's right, that's right
A tisket a tasket
that's all you ask it
Snap your cd and drop the pieces in your casket
Like little Jack Horna', I'm still
string me on like that?
Like a puppet and Gepetto when you know I'mma snap
You don't understand the power that you have to affect me
Could use it for
Well, I'm a fly Philly nigga, finger on the trigga
MCs repent from sins, God's comin' again
Original (what?), visionary individual
Original
b****es!"
Don't shoot, out the phonebooth
I aim at your party, hit the wrong group
"Happy birth..." ow, ow, ow, ow
N****s done snap, runnin' hunch back
A witch has come from under the ocean
And with a pointed and sharp finger
Snatched my baby by the crook of her jaw
And hooked her breath away
Well, I'm a fly Philly nigga, finger on the trigga
MCs repent from sins, God's comin' again
Original (what?), visionary individual
Original
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