Something 'bout making music
Very amusing
Take a beat
Transcribe heat
Infuse 'em
So fluid
You stupid
I go dumb
Drum beat
Walk to my own one
Bitch niggas
Quick to pwn some
That nigga's bitch
Ain't stole her
Just glanced over
Gave a signal like controller
Like I wish I could unclothe ya
Holy mackerel
Ass finna tackle
Caught a glance first chance
Hold up
Run it back girl
Swirl 'n' twirl
Booty precious as a pearl
Dangerous
If you in the range of it
Stuff I spit
Subliminal wickedness
Cold as ice
Swift with my penmanship
Quick to press keys
When typing rhymes I'm delivering
Unless caught up with writers block
Like hold up
Wait a min
What was I finna say again?
Maybe something bout beats
And the way I stay raping em
Or how I've distanced myself
From almost everyone I've called a friend
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Something 'bout making music
Very amusing
Take a beat
Transcribe heat
Infuse 'em
So fluid
You stupid
I go dumb
Drum beat
Walk to my own one
Bitch niggas
Quick to pwn some
That nigga's bitch
Ain't stole her
Just glanced over
Gave a signal like controller
Like I wish I could unclothe ya
Holy mackerel
Ass finna tackle
Caught a glance first chance
Hold up
Run it back girl
Swirl 'n' twirl
Booty precious as a pearl
Dangerous
If you in the range of it
Stuff I spit
Subliminal wickedness
Cold as ice
Swift with my penmanship
Quick to press keys
When typing rhymes I'm delivering
Unless caught up with writers block
Like hold up
Wait a min
What was I finna say again?
Maybe something bout beats
And the way I stay raping em
Or how I've distanced myself
From almost everyone I've called a friend
Very amusing
Take a beat
Transcribe heat
Infuse 'em
So fluid
You stupid
I go dumb
Drum beat
Walk to my own one
Bitch niggas
Quick to pwn some
That nigga's bitch
Ain't stole her
Just glanced over
Gave a signal like controller
Like I wish I could unclothe ya
Holy mackerel
Ass finna tackle
Caught a glance first chance
Hold up
Run it back girl
Swirl 'n' twirl
Booty precious as a pearl
Dangerous
If you in the range of it
Stuff I spit
Subliminal wickedness
Cold as ice
Swift with my penmanship
Quick to press keys
When typing rhymes I'm delivering
Unless caught up with writers block
Like hold up
Wait a min
What was I finna say again?
Maybe something bout beats
And the way I stay raping em
Or how I've distanced myself
From almost everyone I've called a friend
Writer: Shea Meltzer
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid