Lyrics:
chick?
I moved on her actually
You know, she was down in Palm Beach
I moved on her and I failed
I'll admit it
You try and fuck her at the time?
I did try
Shootin' bullshit with my buddies
Parked down by a river bank
(Wheels) And I'm only gainin' miles in life
Heartbeat of America just make sure
That you drive
or fall
Slaughtered by the daughter of God
That makes me a Goddess, the one who rocks the hardest
Uh, uh, definitely show and prove
Lyrics hit like
Enough to make a black ghost turn pale
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
[Verse One]
K-I-L-L
This is the name that came to alter the game
Not like these
to chase me (Ha-ha)
What are you, pit, rott, mixed?
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby little
You ready or not yeah fatal he rock
Give me the Mic. Bout to blow up the spot
Turn up the speakers and make sure they knock
Yeah make sure they knock
fully blown
4 tracks we busted at home
Now it's time for you to see the
Way we rip up the phone
Nice in the zone like G Rice
Precise with my device
Taking
favorite track on the album
Really
Yeah
I mean
I might just love Ray's voice
Yeah
I mean, it's nice
Yeah
And then
I have no idea what he's saying
Yeah
I
ready
Get ready, tonight
We're gonna make this a night to remember
Get ready, tonight
We're gonna make this a night to remember
What, what, what,
big bad stuff now
Believe it or not, I rip these alien MC's
Like Ripley, sip tea 'cause I'm ice
Nothin' nice on you mutts or you mice
Beware
A bunch of hypocrites whistlin' Dixie
Good riddance cause you never
Should of touched me
You cowards knew you couldn't take the
Pressure I'ma make you sorry
Reel-to-reel, check the deck
Konnichiwa
(It's not that serious)
Inconspicuous
Until I'm ready to rip shit up (Yep)
Twisted like this dixie cup
After I take a shot
new that's right[01:12.95]We brand new[01:14.02]It's not much[01:14.98]Me and Luke can't do[01:16.37]Yeah[01:17.20]We brand new[01:17.97]Your chicks
the wickedest ting
Nike boot to your flex, the wickedest ting
Big money man' earn, the wickedest ting
Them boys aren't ready for
The wickedest ting
It's no long
my six?
Gigglin', dizzy as shit, is it sick?
I'm what a nigga would love to have
Chick with her own, nice tits, nice ass
Nice attitude even though
Shine
'cause I'm ahead or my time
and run laps around
tracks like Yamano te's line
with a Spirit like Musashi
can't nobody stop me
If ain't nice then
earthquakes shake and shape destiny
I'm like X, Y & Z i stick by the back door
Let it go free, that's what the track's for
My jobbie job is to rock a party
I'm attacking it
In the booth shit on the song, like it was laxative
Make a track, who can compete that's really rapping shit
Why they faking for
ladies trying to have the baby off of this kid
I'm not kidding, tell by the way ya'll wrap it up
Sometimes fact is fuck it, the notes until the glasses
Gel soft, well blow, give him a minute, he'll grow
And all you gotta do is play the track again
I'm ready and revived, baby, back again
(Chorus)
to have
Chick with her own, nice tits, nice a**
Nice attitude even though I might spaz
He was still quite fast, you like the wife style
'cause you
bit
Algorithm isn't doin it's job
I'm assuming it's flawed, they probably not believing in Hobbes
The nice boy been ballin'
White boy been a damn King
by and had thoughts ah rapin' that
nah my mind was buggin', eased up to the rump
I wanted to exchange some words with this chick
and not come off
jus fo u to sing along to
But its the beats that make you bounce in the club tho
Treats are, always ready to bring the new flava
K to afford the garage
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