A Beach on Mars (feat. Anferno & Paris Michael)
Kurt Hazard
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Yeah… aye Thumbing straight cash Coco butter colored Maybach Polo with the lemonade Raf’s Heavyweight class Serving niggas heavyweight gas Swerving in the heather grey jag Got the leather face mask The rumor’s that the renegade’s back And no this ain’t no Em and Jay track  We got weapons aimed at The opposition, let the K slap It’s singing like an Ella Mai track Detonate fast, hit gas, let it screech That ain’t my concern niggas mad cause of me Everything is all fun and games so it seems Till a nigga wanna step up in the ring with a best Good grief, sheesh, me oh my I done hopped up in the Benz from the 309 Keep a 30 with a beam niggas scheme on mine Ya shawty on me cause she know that I’m that b-o-y... lil bi Bitch I am a cult leader They got die for my B sides Lil thang so bad had to hit from the behind I like a queen bee I don’t want no beehive She dip her toe in I hang in the deep side She said she wanting me deep in her insides Enigma arousing her don’t mean to entice She said it’s calling her, fate done decided I’m a whole problem like bitch are you riding Imma go down on that bitch if she riding Flawless lil bitch I’m so flawless I’m wyling a rebel, like bitch I’m so lawless Take caution, get popped bitch if you outta pocket My niggas will kill you head on my pockets Skinny lil nigga from the 312 With the rick owen boots on the feet, I do I got a bad lil bitch look like Mila Ku And ill never have my girl in no fila shoes I got 100 in my pants and the Alyx too And the rain on my frame make you sneeze, achoo Got Mariah Carey Diamonds on my collarbone Please check where your girl is, cus she not at home Yeah you see the stripes on the pants, yeah its Prada homme Can’t be sad in Céline nigga, you not alone In my pocket is a .99 boy that’s not a phone But I let it ring on a nigga like I’m not at home And the crib like the alamo, ghost like I'm Ella Mai Darker than Allen Poe, raven on my dinner plate Pause for the metaphor, all my dinner plans Broke rappers couldn’t buy a fan, or a ceiling fan I don’t usually rap like this, but Kurt asked me I don’t need to Mary a shorty to tote Ashleys And when I wanna wear some shit, we don’t ask We just pull up in that bitch and leave with four bags Beat running out and I stepped out the lane All dark whip like the shit raising Bane And when this song drop and it pop in the game PM lil nigga that’s my muhfucking name lil bitch
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