Lyrics:
must I point you in the right direction
You need protection when I'm on the mic
Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe
You're a king, I'm
must I point you in the right direction
You need protection when I'm on the mic
Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe
You're a king, I'm
my prey right by the locks
Put that drip drip on the riff
Jimi Stylix play that licky lick in the click
Even if your six turned nine you'd still be
a career drinking beer, anarchy and party
My country ass momma singing "Oh lawdy!"
Black sheep, son of a landmine
The caboose is loose the train track's
status, she calling me Kozuki Oden, cause I'm the head honcho
Cowgirl by my side, but this is no Mustang, we up in a double S Maro
Only talk to real niggas
my future lookin bright
So with that 30,000 feet
We gon party tonight
Ive been killing all these tracks
Now I'm in prison for life
I'm in the clouds
crowned
King of the party my mind is hearty
They call me a smarty the new Moriarty
Rare like Ugarte lets get it on like charley
Sheen we so clean
the most
Only a matter of time
Soon we be coast to coast
Hatisi kuita zvekubiridzira
We be on that grind mode
Hatisi kumira, cause we on
We kings like Leon
Your t-shirts poor
Bruv, everybody knows you don't get saw
Skepta, Skepta, I wear my own t-shirts
Girls see me in the party and flirt
But I don't tell
flowing, music at the top
Got my crew by my side
We're taking over, we won't hide
From the fun, from the lights
The party's just getting started tonight
It's all of the world that we dance for (We dance for)
Flying out the gates with angels by my back
Blood is on the floor coz the devil's in my tracks
Got 'em by the gizzard in a postured choke
Lion King, Mufasa, Rasta
Diamonds going bling by my cough syrup
Jump in the Rari
Quit defending imma dunk it
the grain, game at my finger tips
Yeah, Killah Hill lay it down
Killa Beez on the swarm
Nigga
Aiyo, I plow down tracks like I'm out for revenge
Fuck
Sorry by that
Voy por más quieren my clout, quieren my sauce, quieren mi flow, quieren my tracks
(sorry by that)
Voy a 200 siento que voy slow
tengo en
the Titanic
Panic with the frantic, antic watch them vanish
In the zone, by my own, maricon, if you Spanish
The outlandish, even though they can't stand us
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
charged
We getting lit tonight where the party on
And my boys be by my side (yuh)
Lit from da to night (yuh)
Healthy appetite
Yuh we ride and we die
Ya
And I’m praying they didn’t see us
Cause I knew they was gone bust
(police radio chatter)
Music, lyrics, and performance by Eric Leon Mims.
and washed up podcasters
I own all my masters, I ain't got masters
I throw a party on a yacht and wear my Yacht Master
They think I just chart top, but I'm
shit is infectious
It started at Two Twelve Leon
A street that my family used to be on, in a city that been flooded with frion
Meaning niggas been cold
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
feel the fire down your back
I attack the track like contacts in cow stack
Bring it back, press rewind, on each swine
And my mind intertwines wit rhymes,
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
on the track)
I stack all blue hundreds, that's that shit I like
Yeah, stunting on them all, that's that shit I like
Me and all my niggas balling, that's
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