Search results for 'Critic' Page #380

believe.


I came to have fun! I came in peace!

I fool no one! My word is good!


I fool no one.

My word is good.


These critics start beef. So weak.

I

să fluier scuip
Ca un critic de film!

Bitch, I'm comin' out swingin'
You know my name i was destined to come
That's how it's going down
That's how

have an outburst
You might be like "Ghetts has got a point"
Instead of thinking I don't think first
Before I let my tongue go
Tell the critics ignore me

the critics say
No one builds them statues anyway
And when you're gone
Then so will they lose their purpose

Fuck everyone that doubted
Imma grow up one day

shit
All you wack critics can suck my dick
They be like he sounds like Logic
No, he sounds like Joey no, he sounds like
Shut the fuck up and blow me

opposition
And all these critics reframe
From speaking my name
And these newer artists feel the same
They Nicolas Cage
Mean they Gone In 60 Seconds
Get up out

on my business
Hard decisions had to make
I don't pay no mind to critics
But there's some things I got in play
That's bout to keep them on their toes
Like

the critics say
We are here and we're gonna play
With other bands we fill the night
Standing in the spot of light

We are here to play the show
As long as you

the critics say
We are here and we're gonna play
With other bands we fill the night
Standing in the spot of light

We are here to play the show
As long as you

a show to 1
000 after taxes
Started making up some ground when
My circle lost a fraction
I lost friends, I gained critics
A man with that vision
A plan

the critics that
Do nothing but talk a lot
Cuz I ain't bat a lash over all this backlash
I just came in for the cash
And to have the last laugh
Cuz he who

tappin'
And they love the rappin'
And they love the action
And they love distractions
But we hate the comparison
Parasitic, they’re a critic
Haters are my

in my shoes
You don't know my story
You don't know what's in store
But bitch I stocked the inventory
Fuck a critic with the balls to try
To tell me how

do some math
Seven digit's in my 20’s (yuh)
A misfit, fuck the critics, everyone of yah
I used to burn a Fader magazine in public
(yah) just 'cause one

something loud
You know that we got it out here with Caskey
So now we got Cash Money fucking speakin'
Just like all the critics
And posers and preachers
My

competition be disses, then disappear like magicians
I'm wishin' to get you bitches and crippled you little critics
Potential so fuckin' big that I'm hittin'

to the critics and
As fresh as a
Fitted, soon as a bet, get the honeys wet
Never upset when I catch wreck
Like Bobba Fett down to collect
Does it even register

kiss, just kiss, kiss my
(Swag, Pucker up)

It's hard enough tryna keep it up
Without fallin' off
You got all the critics looking, eh, eh
When I close my

and some critics
You know I'm ten toes and I'm on my pivot
I got a green beam aimed up at your fitted
Do a drill with a choppa in a Civic
Got a new stick

Got one decent film praised by the critics
Funny how in that one you were barely in it
Fuckin' artsy prude going on trips and shit
Livin' high class

on these critics
And laugh at my cynics
Onetime for the illest
We the realest dealers innit
I got bitches doing smidges, in the hallway
In the kitchen

of gods (Uh)
Tryna get Christ in my life
But the closest to Christian I
Got was just Christian Dior (Amen)
Critics are whores, I get up and raw
Then buy me

on
I come across like a natural
I'm confident with it
Who can tell me I'm wrong to admit it?
It's long for the critics
I do this with a passion, drugs,

a front
But I did turned my back though
To everybody’s opinion
And gave the critics a reason
To kiss my asshole hi bloggers I know my
Skin’s a little