Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bebop and Rocksteady, artist - Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire. Album song Brainiac, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.07.2017
Record label: Chocolate Rabbit
Song language: English
Bebop and Rocksteady |
Live colossal, hollows will make you sing the gospel |
Hostile with any fossil who think they stopping my rise slow |
Live life apostle, twistin' pasta in Ferragamo |
Gamma ray radiating, my rage inflated as Pacs was |
The flaming gospel, gotchu, snatch the lame out you |
Brain on the A-train, my nuts banging her tonsils |
And i could give a fuck if she militant |
A 9 to 5 bitch, or a hoodrat ho who don’t give a shit |
Hopped out, R. Kelly goggles on from 96' |
Real grimy nigga, but he still tote a shiny grip |
Every 6 months, that nigga Johnny in Dubai and shit |
Better than these niggas and it’s obvious |
Niggas throwing shots but I ain’t ducking em cuz eX don’t duck shit |
When I see em, Imma snuff every effin one of them |
Effortless flow, niggas tried and make me kind and shit |
But I like violence I like wildin' nigga that’s my kind of shit |
Dollars spent like an economist on Wali moccasins, Versace hour like Big Poppa |
on a yacht inside of it |
Time is it, jump inside me dick until your mind repent for thinking that these |
wild vagina kids could ever rhyme with him |
Flow is tight as rusty plier grips |
A time bomb ticking bout to blow, like invader zim |
Fuck this whole shit up, fuck this whole system |
Youse an asshole a mental midget, i should uppercut your scrawny ass right |
through the ceiling, nigga |
No, I don’t feel these niggas, yup imma kill these niggas |
Understand the truth, there can never be no split decisions, ho |
So when you think about the best you say me |
(Win a grammy, give a speech with a razor tucked in my cheeks) |
Hold guns and terrorize, cock back and sterilize |
Flip, making cheddar rise, pitch living better lives |
Snitch then we sever ties, I don’t respect that |
Queens in my bloodstream, word to my Mets hat |
Silk over shoulders cashmere coats, we fresh black (we been fresh) |
I been totin' niggas, fall back and move graciously |
Fuck being stuck in a box, I think spaciously (I'm gliding) |
Cartier, cocaine, cardiology |
I ain’t gone chill if there’s beef, you gotta body me (kill me nigga) |
Cherry red beamer, fried shrimp from El Tina |
Official with them buster niggas, wish I was their leader (uh) |
But I could never fuck with an imposter |
I’d rather play alone than have broke niggas on my roster |
Dolo doing donuts in the star playing Who Shot Ya (Biggie!) |
My niggas moving crazy flour, your little chain look like you stole it at a |
baby shower |
And your shawty think I’m super cool, she wasn’t shit I sent that bitch home in |
an uber pool |
She made seventeen and a half stops, she lives 3.6 miles away and it took her |
14 hours. |
Fuck that bitch. |
(laughter) |