NuSince - Hip to the Hop
Chip away like casinos This gringos Bilingual Drop singles Like jean holes Splitting thru the seams bro Stack chips like Pringles Stay dipping like Fritos Celebrate like I’m Dingle McCringleberry Styles of singles may vary Yippie kay yay Yippie Kay yi yo You emcees drown when I spill my flow Great white shark fins split the waters surface You’re nervous Its perfect I’m incredibly amazing prideful I suppose You wanna see vain (vein) call me varicose Hook it up like tow trucks Damn breaks the flow busts Spilling dope ness you know what’s deep and robust Simply stylistic Prolific and gifted NuSince from BIC is lifted And low like plates that shifted Intrinsic And instant Classics for the classes Educate the masses Caddywompus yet honest Whopperjawed and flawed I scraped and clawed out of cream I crawled a lot of yes yalls Drum and bass kit ball (bounce) (play on basketball) Hip to the Hop Drop with a drip Disintegrate the spot Ph our phat lips Acid when we spit Lands then it rots Still we’re Butter to a cornstalk Cream of the crop
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Chip away like casinos This gringos Bilingual Drop singles Like jean holes Splitting thru the seams bro Stack chips like Pringles Stay dipping like Fritos Celebrate like I’m Dingle McCringleberry Styles of singles may vary Yippie kay yay Yippie Kay yi yo You emcees drown when I spill my flow Great white shark fins split the waters surface You’re nervous Its perfect I’m incredibly amazing prideful I suppose You wanna see vain (vein) call me varicose Hook it up like tow trucks Damn breaks the flow busts Spilling dope ness you know what’s deep and robust Simply stylistic Prolific and gifted NuSince from BIC is lifted And low like plates that shifted Intrinsic And instant Classics for the classes Educate the masses Caddywompus yet honest Whopperjawed and flawed I scraped and clawed out of cream I crawled a lot of yes yalls Drum and bass kit ball (bounce) (play on basketball) Hip to the Hop Drop with a drip Disintegrate the spot Ph our phat lips Acid when we spit Lands then it rots Still we’re Butter to a cornstalk Cream of the crop
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