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St. Retro - Copycat Freestyle Lyrics



St. Retro - Copycat Freestyle Lyrics
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Aye, can you turn me up
Yea I'm trying to come correctly
I'm trying to make sure you can hear me for real
Alright
Band for band, they go rack for rack
Man for man, ain't no way I'm cutting back
Bible man, ain't no way I'll ever lack
Mini me, all I see is copycats
Top floor, new view
Dior, Dior, New shoes
Youth on Fire, I've been called to the youth
God called, you choose
Hand on me, hand on me
I work for God, so I know he got his hand on me
Too hot, think I need to get a fan on me
It's mapped out, I know God, he got a plan for me
Blessing me, I know he got a couple grand for me
Brother hold the stick, it's almost like he in a band for me
Heavy metal, hold it down in a can for me
Tore his ACL, it's almost like my brother ran for me
I'm talking big swag, big flair jeans at the bottom
I'm talking zig zag route, rick flair how I drop
I saw a demon, wide body hellcat, I caught him
I can't let these people say that I'm a fall off
I used to sip that drink, remember I would nod off
Drop top my Mustang, I would always push the top off
They mimic me can't get the sound cause they some knock offs
They scraped the pot to get what's left out of the hot sauce
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Aye, can you turn me up
Yea I'm trying to come correctly
I'm trying to make sure you can hear me for real
Alright
Band for band, they go rack for rack
Man for man, ain't no way I'm cutting back
Bible man, ain't no way I'll ever lack
Mini me, all I see is copycats
Top floor, new view
Dior, Dior, New shoes
Youth on Fire, I've been called to the youth
God called, you choose
Hand on me, hand on me
I work for God, so I know he got his hand on me
Too hot, think I need to get a fan on me
It's mapped out, I know God, he got a plan for me
Blessing me, I know he got a couple grand for me
Brother hold the stick, it's almost like he in a band for me
Heavy metal, hold it down in a can for me
Tore his ACL, it's almost like my brother ran for me
I'm talking big swag, big flair jeans at the bottom
I'm talking zig zag route, rick flair how I drop
I saw a demon, wide body hellcat, I caught him
I can't let these people say that I'm a fall off
I used to sip that drink, remember I would nod off
Drop top my Mustang, I would always push the top off
They mimic me can't get the sound cause they some knock offs
They scraped the pot to get what's left out of the hot sauce
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Writer: Phillip Tidwell
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Performed By: St. Retro
Language: English
Length: 1:41
Written by: Phillip Tidwell
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