Yeah
You know me
Always doing the most
Out-Out in philly smoking Phillies yeah we fill that shit with pot
Got my uncle out in Cali boosting burners out the yacht
Chi-town is the city
Big titty bitches with ass like that watch her sit it on my crotch
Miami thots, yeah they freaky in the heat
Pussy so wet hear it leakin on the beat
Detroit hoes take ya D and make it weak
Pistons VS Spurs, dribble little hit a 3
(Swoosh)
Water Nothing but net
Throwing sets out the window best believe you get checked
Running your checks tryna flex never do you the best
End up broke for a picture with a tech to your head
Yeah with a tech to your head running out your mouth have bullets wetting your bed
Sweat in your sleep like a walk in the heat
Rapid fires airing standards like a fan or AC (I got the chopper)
Imma cold hearted serial killer
Venereal spreader
I'm tearing in a woman's imperial center
For my own mentally Ill pleasure and bid pressure
Raw dick dipped in shit pressure
Do I admit? Never
Silence of the lamb I got the silence on the gat
And when they tell me imma bitch then imma tell em run it back
Like Ray Rice, yeah I got 'em running back
On attack bring em back down, tackle put em on they backs
Yeah They don't want it, f*ck no they don't want it, get em!
Yeah we smoking on exotic loud yeah you understand me
One day I told you I would win a Grammy now I'm takin a flight I'm out in Miami, and I'm out in Miami
Out in California calabasas where I lay low
I was in Mexico counting up my pesos
Now I'm gettin the cocaine it's by the boat load
Now they sayin they want no more
22 guns like I'm Rambo
I don't need the corvette the Bentley or even lambo
Now my niggas tryna lay low, now my niggas tryna lay low
I-I'm itching for a killin put your body in the ceiling
If you hating on a player then I tell them who's The realest
It's the Fee-Fi-Fo muthaf*ckin' get the thumb
When we mail it to your momma better run and put it on
Sipping rum when the check comes
Dip and run never pay a Thousand dollar sum
Never leave a tip
When the waitress comes
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Ajdakit - Rapid Fires (feat. Young Century) Lyrics
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Yeah
You know me
Always doing the most
Out-Out in philly smoking Phillies yeah we fill that shit with pot
Got my uncle out in Cali boosting burners out the yacht
Chi-town is the city
Big titty bitches with ass like that watch her sit it on my crotch
Miami thots, yeah they freaky in the heat
Pussy so wet hear it leakin on the beat
Detroit hoes take ya D and make it weak
Pistons VS Spurs, dribble little hit a 3
(Swoosh)
Water Nothing but net
Throwing sets out the window best believe you get checked
Running your checks tryna flex never do you the best
End up broke for a picture with a tech to your head
Yeah with a tech to your head running out your mouth have bullets wetting your bed
Sweat in your sleep like a walk in the heat
Rapid fires airing standards like a fan or AC (I got the chopper)
Imma cold hearted serial killer
Venereal spreader
I'm tearing in a woman's imperial center
For my own mentally Ill pleasure and bid pressure
Raw dick dipped in shit pressure
Do I admit? Never
Silence of the lamb I got the silence on the gat
And when they tell me imma bitch then imma tell em run it back
Like Ray Rice, yeah I got 'em running back
On attack bring em back down, tackle put em on they backs
Yeah They don't want it, f*ck no they don't want it, get em!
Yeah we smoking on exotic loud yeah you understand me
One day I told you I would win a Grammy now I'm takin a flight I'm out in Miami, and I'm out in Miami
Out in California calabasas where I lay low
I was in Mexico counting up my pesos
Now I'm gettin the cocaine it's by the boat load
Now they sayin they want no more
22 guns like I'm Rambo
I don't need the corvette the Bentley or even lambo
Now my niggas tryna lay low, now my niggas tryna lay low
I-I'm itching for a killin put your body in the ceiling
If you hating on a player then I tell them who's The realest
It's the Fee-Fi-Fo muthaf*ckin' get the thumb
When we mail it to your momma better run and put it on
Sipping rum when the check comes
Dip and run never pay a Thousand dollar sum
Never leave a tip
When the waitress comes
You know me
Always doing the most
Out-Out in philly smoking Phillies yeah we fill that shit with pot
Got my uncle out in Cali boosting burners out the yacht
Chi-town is the city
Big titty bitches with ass like that watch her sit it on my crotch
Miami thots, yeah they freaky in the heat
Pussy so wet hear it leakin on the beat
Detroit hoes take ya D and make it weak
Pistons VS Spurs, dribble little hit a 3
(Swoosh)
Water Nothing but net
Throwing sets out the window best believe you get checked
Running your checks tryna flex never do you the best
End up broke for a picture with a tech to your head
Yeah with a tech to your head running out your mouth have bullets wetting your bed
Sweat in your sleep like a walk in the heat
Rapid fires airing standards like a fan or AC (I got the chopper)
Imma cold hearted serial killer
Venereal spreader
I'm tearing in a woman's imperial center
For my own mentally Ill pleasure and bid pressure
Raw dick dipped in shit pressure
Do I admit? Never
Silence of the lamb I got the silence on the gat
And when they tell me imma bitch then imma tell em run it back
Like Ray Rice, yeah I got 'em running back
On attack bring em back down, tackle put em on they backs
Yeah They don't want it, f*ck no they don't want it, get em!
Yeah we smoking on exotic loud yeah you understand me
One day I told you I would win a Grammy now I'm takin a flight I'm out in Miami, and I'm out in Miami
Out in California calabasas where I lay low
I was in Mexico counting up my pesos
Now I'm gettin the cocaine it's by the boat load
Now they sayin they want no more
22 guns like I'm Rambo
I don't need the corvette the Bentley or even lambo
Now my niggas tryna lay low, now my niggas tryna lay low
I-I'm itching for a killin put your body in the ceiling
If you hating on a player then I tell them who's The realest
It's the Fee-Fi-Fo muthaf*ckin' get the thumb
When we mail it to your momma better run and put it on
Sipping rum when the check comes
Dip and run never pay a Thousand dollar sum
Never leave a tip
When the waitress comes
Writer: Aaron James, Nicholas Bridgewood
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid