Lyrics

Thinking of something I'm cooking up, yeah Sometimes it really just be la la like that Down to a science the methods exact Snatching the mic like first I extract All these emotions I put in this rap Eat out your heart I'm not giving it back Sell out a half like you know where Im at Call it the trap like a crowd that is packed Step up on stage and deliver this crack Then I sit back and just watch how you act Like I'm counting my money You're watching me laugh Like hahaha Go gratata Big poppapa Rapping lalalas I can't stop it, nah Big problems, yuh I've got a problem, huh? Like probably, yuh Thinking of something I'm cooking up yeah Sometimes it really just be la la like that How we gon' let a white boy who who is trash Come in this game and fuck it up like that Hold up my dick while i hold up this rap Fuck your opinion you know this as fact Call this selfish development Element elegance Evident Ever-lit Ever-sick Never quit Eminem remedy Flow is so heavenly Hippitty Hoppity Who da fuck this Kid got the gift All in the wrist Lost in the rift I plead to the fifth No one is stopping me Failed to yield properly Quick or they'll copy me Follow the prophecy Ya'll a bit lost to me Beautiful Ensembles Sit back Sick rap Need some more Shits crack Lick that Ye to yo Thinking of something I'm cooking up, yeah Sometimes it really just be la la like that Running it back Copping a bag Holding a briefcase full of my case No one is topping me Alone up there probably See no one honestly Ya'll getting cooked Feds catching up to me No catching on to me I'm one step ahead Of anywhere you look I'll step up on stage and leave you ass shook The take all my rage and punch in a hook My lifes like a movie Your lifes like a book Cause there's no such thing as a halfway crook Likitty splikity suck on my dick A lot more to me than just being rich
Writer(s): Bryce Clemens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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