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letra de ultimate [stanjay spartan remix] - stanjayspartanmusic

[intro: ronny j and stanjay spartan]:
ronny j, listen up
stanjay spartan in a menace, this is a remix tho
go rap

[chrous: denzel curry]

i am the one, don’t weigh a ton
don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street (okay)
under the sun, the b-st-rd son
will pop the glock to feed himself and family (sheesh)
by any means, your enemies, my enemies
we wet them up like a canteen (d-mn)
the yellow tape surrounds the fate
don’t have a face, so now you late, open the gates (god d-mn)

[verse 1: denzel curry]

great, eliminate like elimidate (ooh)
hey, young boy had to penetrate (ooh)
face, young boy done caught a case (ooh)
bang, now his mama livin’ with the pain (uh)
wait, doctor says he’s gonna stay (huh?)
let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate (oh)
now a n-gga harder than the head of the state (d-mn)
denzel curry is the new candidate (d-mn)
ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite
stop this sh-t, chop your esophagus (esophagus)
b-tches be boppin’ it, bow down and pop it in
droppin’ it in her esophagus (esophagus)
she get so nasty, in public she cl-ssy
perhaps she is able to swallow it (uh)
girl, i can make you a star (star, ooh)
then i put her -ss on apollo, b-tch (d-mn)
b-tch, i am ultimate, behold my awesomeness
narcissist, part time an arsonist (flame)
rippin’ through cartilage, i am the hardest, b-tch
wrap it up, put in sarcophagus (d-mn)
dearly departed, it’s done when it started
so now that i’m livin’ so harmonious (harmonious)
feelin’ like spartacus, curry the ultimate
i am the best, there’s no politics
b-tch, i’m ultimate, ultimate
b-tch, i’m…

[chrous: denzel curry]

[verse 2: lil wayne]

n-gga, got a problem? see about it
knock the n-gga off, beat the body
i’m just makin’ all these deposits
neighborhood nice and quiet, thought i saw mr. rogers, n-gga
i could sell salt and equalize it, wait
i said i could sell salt and equalize it
boy, i got every award but a heisman
do a drive-by on you n-ggas, make a u-turn for survivors
take a newborn from his momma, stick a shoe h-rn in v-g-n-s
got the coupe on yokohamas, got the super soaker chopper
we’ll kidnap the kingpin, like “who is your supplier?”
n-gga better know the fire, n-gga better know somebody
i know n-ggas that’ll k!ll yah for a little notoriety
i can make a lion say “meow”
i’m in this mothaf-cka gettin’ money ’til i’m senile

[chrous: denzel curry]

[verse 3: juicy j]

yeah, aye, i am the juice from the mafia 6
i will pimp slap a b-tch ’cause i don’t give a d-mn
i am the n-gga that drank the hard liquor
i smoke like a hippy and i pop them xans
i am the n-gga that showed you the game
how to stick to the money and get you some dough
ain’t no excuses you grinding you get it
you whippin’ and flipping and stunt on these hoes
i need a moment of silence today
i k!lled the club, i pulled up in a wraith
so hypnotizing, these hoes mesmerized by my diamonds
i shine and they try to throw shade
i want the throat but i’m too proud to pay
b-tch skip the talking i throw a lil’ bread
she get to sucking and i just discover
the whole other meaning to price on your head
yo, tell ’em bring me chain for a thousand (hol’ up!)
matter fact, make it fifty thousand (hol’ up!)
i got so much sauce dripping on me
i think i’ma ’bout to change my name to a thousand island
b-tch i’m about to turn up a level
f-ckin’ rnb chicks out of coach-lla
give her that d-ck she think i’m in love with her
now she texting me a motherf-cking four-page letter

[chrous: denzel curry]

[verse 3: eminem]:

you can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before i lay ’em
but you won’t take the sting out these words before i say ’em
’cause ain’t no way i’ma let you stop me from causin’ mayhem
when i say i’ma do somethin’, i do it
i don’t give a d-mn what you think, i’m doin’ this for me
so f-ck the world, feed it beans
it’s g-ssed up if it thinks it’s stoppin’ me
i’ma be what i set out to be, without a doubt, undoubtably
and all those who look down on me
i’m tearin’ down your balcony
no ifs, ands or buts, don’t try to ask him why or how can he
from infinite down to the last relapse album he’s still sh-ttin’
whether he’s on salary, paid hourly
until he bows out or he sh-ts his bowels out of him
whichever comes first, for better or worse
he’s married to the game
like a “f-ck you” for christmas, his gift is a curse
forget the earth, he’s got the urge to pull his d-ck from the dirt
and f-ck the whole universe

[chrous: denzel curry]

[outro: stanjay spartan]:

this is stanjay spartan, from my vevo channel
subscribe to me as well as possible
yeah, this is a remix tho

- stanjayspartanmusic

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