letra de vegeta - sese season
you better pray to the gods
pay homage cause i will be laying in stars
i lay in a blanket of b-tches
in alien pussy i’m floating to mars
got israelian clips in the spitter
australian women for dinner
i swear on my goodness that i am a sinner from sun up to sun down on sundays i simmer though
got this mac in my shirt and the trigger go
blap blap blap blap in your liver though
cause i’m lyrically smoking these rappers
their b-tches gon’ b-tter my dinner roll
i don’t fuck with these lame hoes
i just turn into angels
and we burn ’em like candles
commando get blood on your camo for trynna play rebel
remember you not so hot
on adrian, i play to win
lord frieza, he will chamberlain
russian roulette that chamber spin
b-r-i-c i made it known
y-t-v i’m in the zone
whack b-tches leave me alone
actresses i need to bone
scarlett johansson eat alone
said meghan fox
i’m takin’ thots
so don’t knock when that wagon rocks
cause my drink full and my blunt lit, and i spit fire like a dragon talks
like co-nects, like mega blocks
i power plant like mega watts
catch mega shots
turn into pieces like something you find in a lego box (said rah)
i’m flying through space and my villains we point at your planet, invade
and what is the point of this music shit if you ain’t making no label
too many rappers with fake -ss jamaican accents
they ain’t making no sense
too many phony -ss b-tches on instagram with ’em and asking for sex
why do you flex
(chorus)
vegeta; vegeta, vegeta (vegeta, vegeta)
vegeta
why must you flex you ain’t cashing no checks
vegeta, vegeta; vegeta, vegeta
i put a halo on top of your head i’m like julius caesar now off with his head
why must you flex;
why must you flex;
why must you flex you ain’t cashing no checks
i put a halo on top of your head i’m like julius caesar now off with his head
i put a halo on top of your head i’m like julius caesar now off with his head
ceaza leon take a seat on the throne
sipping that lean so i’m already gone
why must you ask when you already know that i’m underrated cause i’m under the scope
with the logical sense that you already know
they ain’t tryna put on, they just tryna make dough
anyway fuck that label that turn me away
fuck my old manager he’s a snake
fuck these b-tches that finna hit on me i’m so fed up with this shit i need a break;
frieza don’t play that
teeth on the brim of my bape hat
seven i’m smoking that great pack
i would go and never get a date back
i be on the chill, i be on layback
finn push my b-ttons, don’t say that
so don’t mention my name in your lame rap
you can guarantee i got my aim back;
and i’m reloading
my final form is all golden
flexing hard like i’m hulk hogan, or randy savage, like d-mn he’s savage, can he make it out?
how can he manage, canada, this lonely planet, i slam it, dunk
i don’t need no cameras these amateurs are only average
i’m king frieza, i own these planets, dammit
(conversation audio)
“you better get that smirk off your face, vegeta!”
(chorus)
why must you flex?
(announcer audio)
“is vegeta truly a super saiyan? or will this be his sianara battle against the superior speed and strength of frieza? find out next time on dragon ball z!”
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