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Lyrics:
I’m kicking game like shoes, true heaters. Inflicting pain on them hoes, spew liters, the way my mouth done spit so much, who believe us? God Did, this odd kid rock it like two seaters. Going at 100 miles a hour, my styles devour ya power and tower, over ya shit that get sour. Flown in is my crisp kick game, acclaim from err’ sick lane I choose to use, pick it mane. My mouth done spit so much, from south to up in such cold conditions, this bold clear vision is coming to plan. Humming the man, be with his fire bragging. Dire sagging are my foes, these hoes need to retire, bagging a new Jordan, this is hard in fashion sense. Greek Freak signature, week to week I been a pure mort-al, I sport ball in my daily wear. Atlanta Hawks starter jacket, my heart’s a racket. Waiting to happen, ail me near the NBA Store. If I’m to get depressed, new shoes does get me dressed. For success, yes, I stress I need to bless. My fly self with the help, Converse let this don thirst, for more for sure, you’re whore if you still jest, ‘til rest do you part, you gon’ be on that dumb fart. From my butt I dart the best fart, stinky as a bitch. I swear on my pinky, I wear my gear so kinky. Rich in the mind, and in the Reebok’s too. Wearing knee socks, true! Blaring the Hawks, tune. I make, I bake, a strewn fucking epic. I prefer Snivy, but for the rhyme, shout out Tepig. What an epic. Go try me if you wanna time ya dumb numb ass self out. Casting doubt, lasting ‘pout, class in session, mass convention. To see me, A Hype who be, the new free man on the block. I cock back aim, like my penis moving backwards, Waka Flocka Flame, shoutout him, Hard In Da Paint I am. Grooving to the proving wack ‘surds, quite crazy. But fuck it you do it for me, so surely I do it for you! But only in my shoes, bitch!
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap