letra de beat box x in the cut freestyle - vg number 8
beat box x in the cut freestyle lyrics
[part i]
ey ey
eyyy
this sh-t exclusive? this an exclusive?
okay, wrist on froze but it’s empty
phantom philippe patek, on my lefty
you can stop checking your coast
i’m on your lefty yah
put my s-m-n on her booty
no she baby sitting yah
i’m not nasty, i’m just condescending
some say i’m annoying
but they wish to be my bestie yah
hot source jacket you’re on fire
just by lookin’ at colour
my skull flamin’ when i write
some might think i’m a ghost rider kay
wrist on froze okay
my whole body froze
it’s just the winter that is formin’ kay
got no diamonds on me yet
this girl know my name
but last night she called me daddy
this girl know my namе
but last night she called me uh uh
yеsterday i almost blew my account
i had a few klipas but then
i withdrew that sh-t out
entlek ke itlwaela masepa
i should open a savings account
entlek why ke sa chaye ke kgone ho dula on clouds ah
[part ii]
yeah, ey1
let’s go x4
number 8 let’s go!
i’m a stunna
the boys that you’re running with
ain’t got nothin’ on me
they still growin’ legs, learnin’ how to walk
eyes on my lips, they watch how i talk
man i am serious. y’all are delirious
i should prolly chop you (ra ta ta ta)
or fourty five blast (pah pah pah pah)
but i ain’t no gangsta, i drop bars
learnin’ to shoot at you
turned into a teacher now i’m schoolin’ you
spit out a bullet bah!
now i’m drillin’ you
b-tch i’m only playin’
i am just foolin’ you
get outta pocket that is what you’re saying to me
but when it’s time to cop my sh-t
you act like it stink, you stupid ass b-tch
one way who’s foolin’ who?
i don’t know how to feel about a lot of sh-t
everything that is comin’ in with this music business
eeeh, what i’m feelin’ is anxiety
i’m currently not earning sh-t man
i’m kinda hurtin’
everything goes too fast, i’m furious
but i get it man
i need a stable fan base
and it needs to be big, big family tingz i’m dominic
i need to own a hospital ’cause i’m kinda sick
i think i need to be without the people
that i’m running with
that way i can fly and spread my wings
and they can’t say that i lied ’bout lovin’ em
love is not enough
don knows i had enough
money be the reason statements start pillin’ up
and i don’t f-ck with fake n-ggas they kinda suck
suck my d-ck b-tch swallow those babies up
i think you had enough
[fin]
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