Lyrics:
Damn, kid, you always cooking
If you want a patek, go run it up
If you want them six feet, then hop out the truck
Niggas ain't talkin' bout nothin'
another three hundred, got a deal, shout out 300 (woo)
In the booth spillin' Cris' on my Dior tee (facts)
And this whip I'm in ain't got no key, it come
these streets wont be the last thing my feet is on
I did it for the culture
And took more smoke than cheech and chong
So May God have mercy if this
tag
Quit my day job in 2010 and never came back
Stayed since I entered, I never hit the exit
Keep moving like my mom, hiding from her exes
I just played
moo
Farmer: don't tell me it wasn't cause I saw it and that was out
Cow: moo
Farmer: by at least 3 feet that's how far, come in look there is still
accompanied by no one so I got my back, vertebra
The heat is up, extinguisher, I got the track burnin up
Don't think to touch
Six feet's enough to get a match
blow his ass back six feet, we socially distanced
This a brand new switch, I ain't even break it in, can barely flick it
He don't even know how to work
imminent
I want you to see how I felt so misled
Malfunction all
Mental health feeling so optional
Just dig down ten feet
Throw in by feet
And keep away from
a cake
As you ponder why your best friend is three hours late
I can still rock that heater in my back
(Where it's at?)
On the stable on the roof
V!RU$ 5TR!K3
We forsake the feudal ways
Of lords who praise profit,
The true contagion
Amidst the black death,
We protest their exploits
So we
Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul in sight
The city's looking like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There's
Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul in sight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
L A Z Z
Who you with, no joke
I'm jumping you niggas
It's about past four
And I'm thumping on niggas
On the corner, by the store
Ain't no arguing
Ah, but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or I'd crawl to you baby and I'd fall at your feet
And I'd howl at your beauty like
Ah, but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or I'd crawl to you baby and I'd fall at your feet
And I'd howl at your beauty like
type of flow to make 'em make Scream 3
Six rappers being hunted by a killa MC
I never killed a bianca with a 36D
A party with the bitches on my planet
S.O.Y
Produced By: LEGGGOD
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E
Hook:
Bitch I'm S.T.R.3.T.C.H'er of the year
Only rich niggas in my section ova here
Bout 20
sound
Side to side, back and forth
We're the two MCs and we're gonna go off
Stand in place, walk or run
Tap your feet, you'll be on the one
Just snap
sound
Side to side, back and forth
We're the two MCs and we're gonna go off
Stand in place, walk or run
Tap your feet, you'll be on the one
Just snap
Never gave up, never gave in
I done lost a lot right now, but I done gained it back
And I'ma need you to, I need you to bring it right back right
but I'm back on the soil
Got my crown tilted, my gown quilted, Tipper Cashmere
Burned the room down in a minute, built it last year
Newsflash, I
we was Northeast bound
Jettin' on down at the speed of sound
Three days coming and three more going
We get back and there was no slack
490 Madison,
we was Northeast bound
Jettin' on down at the speed of sound
Three days coming and three more going
We get back and there was no slack
490 Madison,
don't take credit cards here"
I took back the card and said
Gee, really? Well that sucks
And that's when I found out
My wife was only carryin' three
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