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作曲 : Tristan on the Track |
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作词 : Layla Khepri |
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-First Verse - |
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I’m higher right now than an altitude/ that you wouldn’t even know at your most sober state/ I came around the bend with that latitude/ got a barrel when you touch it it e*******es/ gettin to it like a rabid case/ kill the beat and at a rapid pace/ doing numbers you can’t calculate/ you a fowl snake/ I’m money hungry, I just want the cheese and not whatever mouse that ate it/ got an oven baking couch potatoes/ causing my hiatus/ what I miss the most is saying hi to haters/ you can ice the cake and you can take a bite but you don’t get to take it/ I’ma eat my portion save the rest for later/ don’t hate the cake ***** hate the baker/ matter fact… hate the oven and while you’re at it/ hate the fact I’m al-most fa-mous/ |
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- Chorus/Bridge - |
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…You can hate on me yes so be it |
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….My money talks and walks that’s legit/ |
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…If I dont run s**t ***** I’ll skip |
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….And you can hate that I’m almost famous |
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- Second Verse - |
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Little potty mouth |
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what you talking s**t for |
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just to turn around and suck a ****** **** til your lips sore |
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my eyes on the prize |
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contract on a cliboard |
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open mic now but i'm bound for the fillmore |
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patience ninja |
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i heard its all about location ninjaa and everywhere i go |
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it's dry as s**t but the whip's still wet |
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that's what I call that oasis syndrome |
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how you like me now |
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please dont wipe me down |
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wanna touch |
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cut your fingers off and made into sniper rounds |
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cuz ou'll never come close to me |
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just a quick overview |
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my s**ts of poppari |
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your s**t is overdue |
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you didn't notice me standing in front of you so i jumped over you |
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make people sick with that chandelier |
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stomach flu gunning through ovaries i'm both the s**t and the piss like a ***** is supposed to be |
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all off my groceries getting that bag |
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you could be too but you're not so you're mad |
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mad b*****s round like some girls on the rag |
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and one week a month we're all single as **** |
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doing whatever we want |
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***** please, money makes me come |
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back trunk back road, now you know, awkward silence then we gotta go |
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even if i don't get no love i'ma love my haters |
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you can count on me like a calculator |
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let me sum it up let you meet your maker |
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kill with kindness |
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meet in person |
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sleep with gators |
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go night night ninja |
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i dont wanna do it but you about to try to start a |
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aight ninja |
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end up with a knife in ya |
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bullet to ya knees trynna even out the height difference |
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mic spitta might spit in ya and rhyme sick than anyone's known to man then again i'm not a man |
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still telling these haters blow me |
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cuz inside of thems a fan |
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i polished the brand |
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layla khepri the name and loyal to the fam |
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loyal to the bands |
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arab money stacking oil in a can b*****s |