Lyrics:
Bumrush the refrigerator
Yo Jay pass the Pringles, I want a bit
(Cake Jaz, cake Jaz, gimme some of it)
Greenbacks every track that's what
We're gonna get go
Adidas
We fire, y'all retire
All ugly people, please be quiet
Hov ain't get a beat from me in a minute
He heard "Just to Get By" and I was re-hired
I got
And she told me beat her back in
Stop pulling on her hair she got her tracks in
The way I hit it she gone run and tell her bestfriend
Ain't no
raging and heated and on the way to go beat his kid?
On the track get spanked like he just did
(Detroit) I can't never leave this bitch
Sick of bein'
No rims
Floatin
No wheels
Got visions
We no longer
Have things in common
Step up game up
Beat down bless up
Stay true believe it
No Rims
Future
No
Diving in the crowd to catch a play, that's Derek Jeter action
Walking on this beat going back like I'm Michael Jackson
Switching sides, switching
Y'all done fucked Mylo onda beat, and got bro bringing heat
They dont know what to do with that
But they know Keezus Christ they like who da LAB
Now
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
All the fans around 'bout the
Get what they deserve listen as I run down
The entire Marvel Cinematic Universe
From Phase One to Phase Two to Phase
the pace
You bitches actin all 2 face
Breakin ya ankles on 2k
Bitches by the 5's
Bitches by the 5's
Bitches by the 5's
Woah yea yea
Bitches by the 5's
don't have the platform to speak
See, the future pain it reeks
Me it seek
While I abide religiously
While I abide
Will I abide by a striking hammer
To be
but them niggaz on wait
Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track
Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher
Nigga make way for this
Have a little of prosperity and then some
Livin' my life handsome, has always been a dream but
Now it's time to really achieve by all means (Bust it)
to remove doubts and
Think about it, there's two sculptors named Gutzon and Lincoln
Who carved dead president heads
Who got paid dead president heads by
Rollie on my wrist brighter than my future is
Shorty standing there ass fatter
Than Rasputia is i play for the dream team
Hang out with the coolest kids
the fakers faders the copy cat beat makers
I'm Raiden on em
Raiden on em
Raiden on em
Raiden on all the fakers faders the copy cat beat makers
R two get me
terbaik
Can you feel it?
Musik ini sedikit menggigit
Are you ready to dance dance to the beat
One, Two, Three, Four
Everbody dance to the beat right now
petals at my feet, man
They want to spoil me, treating me like royalty (woo)
What I'm supposed to do? It's such a sweet thing
Work that track, whip 'em
into the deep depths of the stress
Caused by the mess, I guess lust really has its effects
When you fall to it
I have an inkling that this track is
of righteousness and He's by my side
Told me I should never hide, patient and His love is kind
Chastened and He humbled me was living life full of pride
Redirected
without tiffany
N-o-r-e, I just lace the heat
I don't complain about the track, give me any beat
I get hed in the wip on any street
I fuck wit clue, other
said 1,2,3,4
Don't you hear what she said
She's hanging on by a thread
Listen to your friends instead
The future is bright up ahead
Everything that I
to the bruddahs that see me grind
But still side eye, inconsiderate fiends
I get royalties split from beats
What's a track with a million streams
I rap as a hobby
on the beat
You know I got the future
Featuring Lil Weezy
Do it for the rings
All the talent that I bring
These girls give it good
Give it good, you know I mean
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