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HALL OF FAME
by COLEWORRLD
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Ha!
Mmm, mmm
Ah, ah
Fifteen black whips, president
Brand new bitch, better than
Shit won't clip, leveled it
On my shit, evident
Cole gon' rock, sediment
I'm getting these bars for days
Don't need a prescription
I'm coming for hall of fame
I'm doing great
Money to make
Baking my cake
Gain me some weight
40 my waist
Fuck out my face
I'm on they neck
Monster Rex
In the whip I want the stars in that bitch look up and it's space
And my crib gon' need a map cause that bitch'll be a goddamn maze
I'm in the matrix, yeah
Poppin since age six, yeah
I'm in my go mode
Hot like ozone
I put it on it drip, yeah
They bumpin all of my shit, yeah
Way up like a spaceship
Tryna, tryna get paid bitch
Slick, slick like my name Rick
You can bank on it, I'm gon' make my way
Blow the bag on 'em, spend away the pain
I won't do nothing but pop shit
See, want, cop it
John Gotti I'll be on my mob shit
Whole game locked in
Fifteen black whips, president
Brand new bitch, better than
Shit won't clip, leveled it
On my shit, evident
Cole gon' rock, sediment
I'm getting these bars for days
Don't need a prescription
I'm coming for hall of fame
I'm doing great
Money to make
Baking my cake
Gain me some weight
40 my waist
Fuck out my face
I'm on they neck
Monster Rex
Strawberry shoes, fruit I stand on it
Vibing on my own, no friends homie
Stay with yours and mind your business
Caught me in a bad mood
If I'm coming I ain't bringing rope
Cause I ain't hanging with ya
Lames lames talking bout my name
Why are they talking they can't say a thing
I'm so groovy I'm so cool they so regular
When I come up I'll be on the road hopping outta suicide doors, uh
Hey, fever shit on my breath, aye
I got juice till the death, aye
OJ with the moves
What they gonna do?
Fifteen black whips, president
Brand new bitch, better than
Shit won't clip, leveled it
On my shit, evident
Cole gon, rock, sediment
I'm getting these bars for days
Don't need a prescription
I'm coming for hall of fame
I'm doing great
Money to make
Baking my cake
Gain me some weight
40 my waist
Fuck out my face
I'm on they neck
Monster Rex
Ha!
Mmm, mmm
Ah, ah
Fifteen black whips, president
Brand new bitch, better than
Shit won't clip, leveled it
On my shit, evident
Cole gon' rock, sediment
I'm getting these bars for days
Don't need a prescription
I'm coming for hall of fame
I'm doing great
Money to make
Baking my cake
Gain me some weight
40 my waist
Fuck out my face
I'm on they neck
Monster Rex
In the whip I want the stars in that bitch look up and it's space
And my crib gon' need a map cause that bitch'll be a goddamn maze
I'm in the matrix, yeah
Poppin since age six, yeah
I'm in my go mode
Hot like ozone
I put it on it drip, yeah
They bumpin all of my shit, yeah
Way up like a spaceship
Tryna, tryna get paid bitch
Slick, slick like my name Rick
You can bank on it, I'm gon' make my way
Blow the bag on 'em, spend away the pain
I won't do nothing but pop shit
See, want, cop it
John Gotti I'll be on my mob shit
Whole game locked in
Fifteen black whips, president
Brand new bitch, better than
Shit won't clip, leveled it
On my shit, evident
Cole gon' rock, sediment
I'm getting these bars for days
Don't need a prescription
I'm coming for hall of fame
I'm doing great
Money to make
Baking my cake
Gain me some weight
40 my waist
Fuck out my face
I'm on they neck
Monster Rex
Strawberry shoes, fruit I stand on it
Vibing on my own, no friends homie
Stay with yours and mind your business
Caught me in a bad mood
If I'm coming I ain't bringing rope
Cause I ain't hanging with ya
Lames lames talking bout my name
Why are they talking they can't say a thing
I'm so groovy I'm so cool they so regular
When I come up I'll be on the road hopping outta suicide doors, uh
Hey, fever shit on my breath, aye
I got juice till the death, aye
OJ with the moves
What they gonna do?
Fifteen black whips, president
Brand new bitch, better than
Shit won't clip, leveled it
On my shit, evident
Cole gon, rock, sediment
I'm getting these bars for days
Don't need a prescription
I'm coming for hall of fame
I'm doing great
Money to make
Baking my cake
Gain me some weight
40 my waist
Fuck out my face
I'm on they neck
Monster Rex
