Wrestlemania

#rapper #hip hop #rap #trap "Wrestlemania" Lyrics by Chayga You know I'm flex, with this ice on my neck (ice) Damn I'm new Chef, mistress wait me undress' (woh) I'm droppin' the flames, Team like I'm Kane (racks) Ain't undertaker but I take to the grave, uh (straight) (Verse 1) Garments like I got my own stock (racks) bitch I Bought a new car (yeah) Brand leather jacket, we fuck it or what? (Fuck it) Divin' in her titties, Big ass , she causin' a riot (yeah) All my bitches stand like the ultimate warrior (rip) Got that Benz on the port, ship me from the north (wo) Havin' textin' back, slatt with other bitches off the globe (hello) Did you seen my last picture, gotta parked on the locc' (whip) Pull up ,the bitch so flexin' racks and the glock ( pew pew) peepin' chat to the goofies midle finger to the opps (fuck it) Stay on my shit up, got the wraith,uh Mix this syrup, I come from the blaze Mix this syrup, I take up then I'm gotta some taste Mix this syrup , I come from the blaze MIX this syrup, I take up then I'm gotta some taste, I copped a new porche' The car too fumes, Smokin octane In the bed my bitch do head like often Demon time, Holy my Rover Feel like a Damien Priest, Got this bitch crossed Wearin' mask like I'm undercover At nights as come, havin' disorders Aint got time for this bitch, got my purpose I put a million on my new rollie' My bitch bad looks like The twins Undertaker in wrestlemania got my own shit, Timbs got stunin' with particular get Got that juicy don't talk 'bout that Jei Bitch, I'm poppin', my shit In the porch got the draco, too cold I tinted the windows so might we can Fuckin in-doors Out regular bitches for simple toys