[Hook] From start to finish, start to finish Groupies get they hearts diminished, Said it's hard to, finish these L's though But me and my niggas, do it so well yo, yo
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] Never pull out my doughto and hand to J right to pour it slow I like em young but acting fully grown, the Phillies rolled, I'm fully on Ain't got A.I.D but we in the cut fully blown, what you sippin on? That Dom Pérignon, lame niggas carry on Pottery got me on the same shit that Harry on That black magic when I attack rappers Attract havoc this protégé no that's tragic But thats hazard so I gotta toast to the gods Cause I ain't never trying to be approached on no ? Like I don't spit vicious? Like I ain't what a real lyricist is? Like record buttons ain't kill switches? I swear that shit pisses me off, niggas biting my swank That shit is ticking me off, see this style is forbidden You wouldn't understand you need to read more scriptures But more lists for me be more victims, nigga
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[Verse 2: Rokamouth] Yo, I be the badman, broader than Barrington Hand off the wheel and I still got my handling Still keep it real if I feel you enchancin' Cause we make the moves you really think you know what's happen No fake love romancin', I've come to the point where I can just plot my answers Advancin, Still got no mansion, but I'mma get that dough for these clothes on my ransom Fat bottom hoes on a chromed out tandem, and I ain't even ask em They came to relax and blaze as we chat cause Every girl love how us Brooklyn cats act, frontos and papers call that Flatbush strapped Literally loungin black the founding cats of these indigo rap BEASTCOAST growing right off my back, before I can hit you with these bars strong influenced by cats Needle on track, I be hustling over traffic for raps
[Hook x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
