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Correct Billy Blanks Lyrics
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[Verse 1] Bad to the bone, never chew one Cat nap till it’s noon, day is ruined, huh? What? Checkered vans with the tube socks (yeah) Underrated like he Kuzma (yeah) And the kid never ad-lib Just another mood swing, bat above average (yeah) I’m sad but I’m that bitch Little eye shadow got the fans going batshit No Flex but I still hear the bomb drop How Sway? You ain’t racking up them commas Dressed like I rap, vibe out to Rashad songs Y’all ride a wave then claim you Poseidon? (yeah) But I still fuck with that whack shit System kicking, Billy Blanks in a hatchback whip Write a cypher every time lil’ Tabs can’t win All these villains in my head on my Sandman shit Motherfucker I’mma flow ‘till my asthma hit When I spit, people checking out the cat’s fashion That’s drip. My saliva got you head scratching That ain’t lice, just a sign that I’m nice with it Minnesota’s own, cologne Hilfiger Bring your lady to my show and she’ll feel different People hating on the tone, but I won’t switch it Everyone a critic so this critic wrote his own lyrics And I still got a toddler tooth On my 7th year at college knew I botched my youth Tryna find a type beat I can off top to I hear the same jazz sample like it’s Costco food I hear the same damn album, y’all cockatoos Fuck a cage, here’s Johnny with the combo moves Fuck a box, want the top like it’s duck duck goose Kick rocks, take names like imposters do (woo!) (FunkFlex: That's called motherfuckin' bars!) Out the mold, huh? On my shine, Double-0 with the gold gun And I get no sun, I’m the palest Two middle fingers up to the A-list Been saying this is mine for the taking (uh) Go Sayan, Gohan in some Bape shit Yeah, my apartment in the basement Even when I leave underground where I’m staying [Chorus] Everybody looking your way though Ain’t it funny popping like Pringle Shoot your shot and chasing Bombay, don't Let nobody fuck with your bankroll Everybody looking your way though Ain’t it funny popping like Pringle Shoot your shot and chasing Bombay, don't Let nobody fuck with your bankroll [Verse 2] What bankroll? Never had a bankroll The music ain’t making any pesos Bust out a rhythm when he bus down his tables Tipping his ale up, buzzed like cicadas Reminiscing like a fool 'bout the days Homeboy hit the crew up, we all playing Halo Moments like that keep making his face glow Back to the present, his ass tend to lay low Ain’t about the dollar dollar bills Keep his chill making zilch You can keep that shit a Tang quote Sneeze from the feline-hair-covered long sleeve Sick as a dog, barking up the wrong maple (woof) Everything I say like woosh, then I over-explain Man I look like an a-hole No gun bars, but the NRA piss me off So fuck it, I’m a wizard with the Draco Gained so much and I’m thankful
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