Music With The Beat
ooooh shit i be rockin all that smoove shit do this bitch whatch how i do this lyrics to the beat i bet i got yo body movin if he step up to the plate i bet i leave his body oozin i be on another level with this flow shit got it mastered you be putting on for hoes yall be faker then some plastic im the one who come quick with this microphone shit when it comes to flipping words i flip them hoes like some bricks yall my flow so sick bitch thats an understatement why flow go hard like some motherfucking pavement hard work put in these hours trying to stack me up some bread start a side hustle and try to flip that fuckin shit yea im putting in that work bitch my flow game go bezerk bitch and your ass just a hating ass bitch we try to stack up some chips ima poet at some more you see enlighten you with this poetry u see the bars come from mars style is from another planet like this shit be in my veins rooted deep from the rain alll the pain we soaked up and let it bleed through the pen i pray to god everyday i dont go back to the pen its the pen the pad thems my new weapons the crunk the beat that got you two steppin i be out here trying grind trying stack them ben franklins while trying shake you lil weak Chihuahuas off my ankles they always gone hate always gone test the best
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ooooh shit i be rockin all that smoove shit do this bitch whatch how i do this lyrics to the beat i bet i got yo body movin if he step up to the plate i bet i leave his body oozin i be on another level with this flow shit got it mastered you be putting on for hoes yall be faker then some plastic im the one who come quick with this microphone shit when it comes to flipping words i flip them hoes like some bricks yall my flow so sick bitch thats an understatement why flow go hard like some motherfucking pavement hard work put in these hours trying to stack me up some bread start a side hustle and try to flip that fuckin shit yea im putting in that work bitch my flow game go bezerk bitch and your ass just a hating ass bitch we try to stack up some chips ima poet at some more you see enlighten you with this poetry u see the bars come from mars style is from another planet like this shit be in my veins rooted deep from the rain alll the pain we soaked up and let it bleed through the pen i pray to god everyday i dont go back to the pen its the pen the pad thems my new weapons the crunk the beat that got you two steppin i be out here trying grind trying stack them ben franklins while trying shake you lil weak Chihuahuas off my ankles they always gone hate always gone test the best
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