Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ultimate, artist - Denzel Curry. Date of issue: 20.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ultimate |
| 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 bastard 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 (Damn) |
| The yellow tape surrounds the fate |
| Don’t have a face, so now you late, open the gates (God damn) |
| 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 nigga harder than the head of the state (damn) |
| Denzel Curry is the new candidate (Damn) |
| Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite |
| Stop this shit, chop your esophagus (Esophagus) |
| Bitches be boppin' it, bow down and pop it in |
| Droppin' it in her esophagus (Esophagus) |
| She get so nasty, in public she classy |
| Perhaps she is able to swallow it (Uh) |
| Girl, I can make you a star (Star, ooh) |
| Then I put her ass on Apollo, bitch (Damn) |
| Bitch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness |
| Narcissist, part time an arsonist (Flame) |
| Rippin' through cartilage, I am the hardest, bitch |
| Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus (Damn) |
| 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 |
| Bitch, I’m ultimate |
| Ultimate |
| Bitch, I’m |
| 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 bastard 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 (Damn) |
| The yellow tape surrounds the fate |
| Don’t have a face, so now you late, open the gates (Damn) |
| Ultimate, infinite, flow is opium |
| Open the internet, photosynthesis |
| Put in parentheses, temporary |
| Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry |
| Just might bust a bitch, never knew my life |
| But yet the question is, «Is he fake? |
| Is he real?» |
| What the message is, chop a bitch nigga up |
| I’ma sever it when I sever shit |
| I kill 'em, no Kony, these niggas ain’t homies |
| Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly |
| Droppin' melodic, enter the cosmic |
| Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic |
| Flow like a foreigner, I’m the torturer |
| Out of South Florida, call the coroner |
| Killed in the corridor, I’m the overlord |
| Rhymes like a sorcerer, I’m an animorph |
| Bitch, I’m a beast |
| Nigga, you tell me who fuckin' with me |
| K to the I to the N to the G |
| Claim you the hottest, but I disagree |
| Better learn something and get a degree |
| This for Lord Infamous, so R.I.P |
| Arrivederci, bitches lookin' thirsty |
| Ridin' through the dirty, like it’s mandatory |
| Ending of the story |
| 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 bastard 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 (Damn) |
| The yellow tape surrounds the fate |
| Don’t have a face, so now you late, open the gates |