Lyrics:
rap flow's switchin' up
Wait! The promoter bitchin', is this asshole trippin'?
Why my cash flow missin'?
Don't fuck around this is how I make
One phone call, I be right there
Slim Dunk AKA promoter's nightmare
Dunk don't play
Ever seen a Blood getting cracked with a K?
Nigga owe me money,
Featherhead heathens, teethin' on mic dicks
When thy said, "Let the kids die for your bread nigga"
Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out
today
You are doing the same today you are doing the same today
You are doing the same today you are doing the same today
Ha oh God my promoter you are
'bout grrt
Can't hang with me palm Angels me
KOD, fuckin' it up
They hatin' on me, run up, get duppy
Let 'em squeeze gang OT
Tell the promoter don't play
See the same things when I look around
(Look around) we just in the kitchen trying
To cook this sound (Cook this sound)
Promoters hit the line
They
I'ma push it
Tell promoters we'll come with a hunnid
Guns before they book me
Only know the opps, I told bro just to pop
They look suspicious
I'm gettin'
for the taste, uh (yeah)
They said Lil Boat look like Mase (Uh)
Janky promoters, these janky promoters
Ain't got the guap, get out my face
(Lil Boat)
promoter
Unless the promoter got quota
I'm cold, Minnesota
with soda
(It's Quill)
Too many chains, it be causin' commotion
(1'5 shit, nigga) just cash the check
I don't talk to promoters
She tryna fuck, she
buste dentro al Blauer
Sai che muoio chiatto come Homer
Dillo al tuo locale al tuo promoter
Non vendo più io, vende il mio nome
Dieci babbà, vuoi il
Something breaks inside of you
With the spectacle of all the shows
Fifteen fights and your six bucks
Has gone up some promoter's nose
Jaded eyes
(kinky friedman & panama red)
Ain't you the golden boy
Of the silver screen,
Your mother's pride and joy,
The promoter's dream.
No time for
to get a G a show
500 people pay ten bucks, then where does it go?
In the fucking promoter's pocket?!!?
That ain't how its supposed to be
Nobody paid
Here we go
Souls
We got a show in Chicago
4 hours in flight, it seem like 25 though
call in the promoter
where is the chaffeur
out here it's hella
road, never did rehearse it
On the janky promoter's tour through the Chitlin' Circuit
Where we at?
Game time
Dre shot his uncle for beatin' his mom
Backstage, everyone wants a piece of JD
Kathleen's on the phone and i got to go get paid
See, promoter's making small talk,
He says we knocked his
was trying to talk his way outta Hell
Well Bobby needs a change of seed and sand
The promoter's tearing out his hair screaming where's the band?
Pluto, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Uh, super dark soda, super high in focus
Hunnid' thousand in twenty minutes, shit all through promoters
I still feel like I'm
80 seconds
Don't pay me less than the promoter's makin'
Carry myself yeah my shoulder's aching
Ever since I got this you been tryna knock this
Mix ta tocando dj Luan agita
e o Branco e o Dada então se liga na batida
e o Jonathan promoter e Gideilson na pressão
Italo promoter e o seu Cleyson em
Promoters, they prey on the weak and young
Inexperienced musicians with their songs unsung
Pay out of your pocket if you wanna play
So they get their
cheeks clap
Been goin’ this long
You already on somebody snap
And on the party promoter’s Insta
But you goin’ in uncut no filter
Yeah you got exactly what
of town
That's your bitch I control her
Like a controller
Press the button on her
Just might record her
Call up the promoter
The bottles load up
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