Lyrics:
the fuck you talking bout?
It ain't like you some kind of notch or something
You know what I'm saying Bitch
I'm Lieutenant Roast a Botch, you didn't know
Stitchie babalabaloo
Angels protect i fi true
Hey babalabaloo hey
Would a like fi harm me dem haffi loow me and gwaan
Cause di angels of the lord
throw down Beres and some D Brown
Cause dem a act like dem brave
A surfer Without a wave
Say de hot but no fya nah blaze
A bear energy dem waste
Good
on the charts
Coming real soon got some goons that pop off like balloons
So slick wit it like Bugs Bunny, Looney Tunes
She play my tunes by herself in her room
I
on tape
Accompanied by Shawn j. with the bid on bait
Put the grid on plate, on the ear or tray
Hot damn it captain Kirk and the Klingons say
You can't
icy hot
I run shit, I'm lieutenant, I fly you to L.A
My jet look like the Jetsons, it's 2020, yeah
I feel like Abu Dhabi, I said, "Let's summer
Here it come, here it come, here it come, y'all
Mos Def, blessed with the breath of life so arise and give praises
Turn my face to where the mighty sun
thinkin ya hot shit, get blown away Like candles
Reachin for the top til I get my Mantel
Anybody standin in my way gone get Trampled
Ill make you an example
Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire
The sound of silence vers' the sound of War
Echo death shock-renegade
Crooked cynic tyrant
Your ignorant
ride on the cops (woo)
Ask around Atlanta, Savage known to let it bang-bang (bang)
Gang-gang, get a nigga stabbed in the chain gang
Lieutenant like
of the plankroll
So I stay stable like a natural born hustla
Kickin' that hot shit right for all the customers
Near or far comin' here to star
I'll be pourin'
by classy silhouette
Hotter than a hot fudge sundae
Hotter than than the sun on sunday
Hotter than a fashion runway
Hot enough to light
Hot enough
prophecy
My attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet?
Triggers, who's
attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet?
Triggers, who's quick to pull it?
it's seventy one
But it feels like we're seating on the sun
That little cotton dress ain't helping none
'Bout to run me off the road
And I, I can barely
cha cha
My little baby ooo likes to hot cha cha
In the sun having so much fun doing the hot cha cha
She can be down by the sea doing the hot cha cha
In
figure out how it works
By inserting
Certain components
Be lying dormant at first
The prevalence so evident
Developing a thirst
Like ima an elephant
a demon he sent him to heaven (Damn)
Said that I'm lit bitch I knew by like seven (Yeah)
Wanted to trap when I hit age 11 (I did)
Man I'm so hot see I got
on full blast makes the heat accepting
Is this mic on, testing testing
Yes it's super hot like the fire
That's set when lit by Michael Myers (Yeah)
All I do
boy
I done went and got my weight up like I been on 'roids
Feel like a lieutenant in this big convoy
5 deep with the tire tread weak
Let the fireman
as the sun and see
I got the rings on my fingers like Saturn be
Flow stay on Neptune, it's wet with the water, G
I have not met a single person matching my
to the face like I’m tryna go ta space I’m 2 high boy give me some space a couple thousand how I’m dripping today I’m deep in her I can tell by her face bandz
ambition
He just wanted some mills
He fresh he always gotta bag of sess
He pack some white like crest or zest that boy possessed yes
His lieutenant wanted
a pile by the lake
the Beetle King summoned his men,
and from the top of a Rhododendron stem:
calling all volunteers!
who can carry back here
the Great
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