Every single time I get up in the building Then I touch it, and I get it poppin' You can never stop it and how long it got 'em hung in And they're wonderin' on how my nigga does it When I'm blackin' every hood and every street and then I flood it Makin' every DJ wanna bring it back and they robbin' Makin' otha niggas starvin ain't no food up in the cupboards See the way I got 'em spittin' I'm a gotta nigga runnin' From the way that I be gettin' on the beat and I'll be Dumbin' I'll be dumbin' Shit, I wanna see y'all do dat on YouTube Lemme gibble in and dabble with the flow Lemme show you niggas how I really mix it up Yep!
I'm a slow it down a little Naw think ya better mean to flip it up Kill 'em! Switch it up I'll probly pitch it never wanna see ya Bottles in ya hands, nigga get it up Ho! Throw my money all around until it hit the ground I'm makin' shorty work before she pick it up Whoo!
You know the shit was kinda dead 'fore I had to Step up all up in the spot and really lift it up Damn! Here's what I need y'all to do!
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap Let's go! Ok, come around, see me put it down just a little bit Ball and I'm heavy, y'all already know Somebody better get the crown when the nigga spit Hurry! Make sure you polish it a little 'fore you bring it to me while I like it down with another hit You're ready , and you ain't even gotta ask When you already know another bang is what you gonna get! Better bounce when a nigga say something's like magic When the niggas been pressed out And you're really with me, and you're ready, let's go!
Rhyme with a nigga like we're on a metro Y'all already know I kill anyone, anywhere, anything from the very intro And I beat the most everything And you should have knew that form the very get go! Why Stop Now Explicit. Busta Rhymes ; Chris Brown. Calm Down 2. Lower the casket down Down! Sprinkle the ash, or get your ass kicked, pow! Frown while I shit on your crown, skip town Town! Ground zero, Shapiro the king cash cow Cow! Do I make 'em say "Wow!
I sit with the pound, Click, Blow! Click, click, Blow! Click, Blow! Stop traffic, dropping them classics, flip now! Bitches, I'm making them skip with thou Art, you don't really want start, when I growl Rawr, rawr, rawr!
Let me come and mop up the knock offs When I pop off and never stop, 'cause When we do come through, you better lock doors Pause! The wolves wanna eat, peep how they lock jaws No need to cook up the coke, you see we cop raw And if you ain't had enough, nigga we drop more.
Steady on the right Ayo, calm down, nigga Steady on the left Ayo, calm down, nigga Steady on the right Ayo, calm down, nigga Steady on the left Fuck it, blackout, niggas!
Watch how the gasket blow, or settle for land mine Blast from the door, Smash up ya straight with a massive intro Flammable fluid in ya yak sip slow, Let me line up the fiend 'n' pitch mo' dro' I'm sick and I'm thorough bitch, so?
Doin' it till ya get low, when they sick to they stomach, need Pepto-Bismol We outta here; Vladimir Klitschko Beatin' up the street when I'm lettin' this bitch go And eat a nigga food like we hungry 'n' piss poor We 'bout to fuck shit up while you lettin' this itch grow We reppin' every hood from the town we start bombin' it honor it! Easy On Me Adele.
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