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letra de on to the next one - knox hill & jarren benton

[chorus: knox hill]
tell me that you vibin’, you ain’t got it (you ain’t got it)
tell me that it’s timin’, you the problem (you the problem, yeah)
tell me who is ridin’, you ain’t on it (you ain’t on it, nah)
tell me that you flyin’, you ain’t dropped sh–
uh, on to the next one, ring the alarm
on to the next one, on, i’m armed
on to the next one, ring the alarm
on to the next one, on, i’m armed

[verse 1: knox hill]
they love to talk about me, i know (i know)
got drive on the idles, at the top, i don’t do titles
will i stop? i don’t do rivals, i just hop in a new cycle
when i drop it, it go viral, now my pockets needin’ lypo (woah, woah)
what you want? thеy want it back (yeah)
i know i’m nice, cool as ice, but shе want me bad (yeah)
lotta haters do me favors, and they want me mad
i just get to trainin’, and i lay ’em on the tracks, play it back (play it back)
i got suicide doors for you suit-and-tie wh0res
my side of the sewers ain’t yours (ain’t yours)
go and purse your lips at me while my wife get michael kors
you wanna judge me, hold court while i sport them michael jord’s
know you like it, that’s for sure
this is my life, you spite it, but you’d like it to be yours
call me corny, but i’m poppin’, i get views like top floors
they can hate it, but they watchin’, michael meme with popcorn, chew on this
still, they wanna picket
i been sick of all the chatter, i been spittin’ real lyrics
all you critics never mattered, hill acidic, why you trippin’?
i’m a raptor bringin’ rapture, you get wrapped up by the rapper, check the baggage
[chorus: knox hill & jarren benton]
tell me that you vibin’, you ain’t got it (you ain’t got it)
tell me that it’s timin’, you the problem (you the problem, yeah)
tell me who is ridin’, you ain’t on it (you ain’t on it, nah)
tell me that you flyin’, you ain’t dropped sh–
uh, on to the next one, ring the alarm
on to the next one, on, i’m armed
on to the next one, ring the alarm (yeah)
on to the next one, on, i’m armed (yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: jarren benton]
on to the next one, go hard ’til my death come
the bully comin’, ring the alarm, n-gga, defcon
you’re gonna get stepped on, microphone, check one
no feelings in my heart for these wh0res, you know that’s numb
show me what that neck do, exorcist, head spun
tourin’ ‘cross the world, baby mamas gettin’ egged on
sharks smell blood, better run when the meg’ come
i was out here starvin’, n-gga feastin’ off of breadcrumbs
that’s done, cz scorpion, s1
i k!ll for my babies (pew, pew, pew), redrum
might fly out to china just to ball on ’em, stephon
razor blades, steak knives, pistol in my left palm
my n-ggas went from ex-cons to investin’ in hedge funds
a slim chance of every player bein’ the next ‘bron
a clown will break his neck on the ‘net to try to impress bums
no weapon formed against me shall prosper, n-gga, i’m teflon
[chorus: knox hill]
tell me that you vibin’, you ain’t got it (you ain’t got it)
tell me that it’s timin’, you the problem (you the problem, yeah)
tell me who is ridin’, you ain’t on it (you ain’t on it, nah)
tell me that you flyin’, you ain’t dropped sh–
uh, on to the next one, ring the alarm
on to the next one, on, i’m armed
on to the next one, ring the alarm
on to the next one, on, i’m armed

- knox hill jarren benton

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