Soul Reaver

Lyrics

Fuck on a stripper, I made her my main bitch
 Walk like I'm Michael, I'm feeling so dangerous
 Andy Warhol with the flow, I'm a painter
 So many clothes man I ran out of hangers
 My bitch like Monica, no not the singer
 Cory Matthews with white bitch like Topanga
 Acne my denim, you still wearing Wrangler
 You niggas not gangsters, y'all going through phases
 Copy the drip and they taking the property
 Neighborhood superstars but no celebrities
 Feel like I'm Triple H, check out my pedigree
 She's calling me Eminem cause I'm so shady
 Five rings on my fingers, I feel like Tom Brady
 Dan Marino on the track man I should've played safety
 Swear I love Glocks bitch, got no safety
 Switch up the weather, options, maybe
 Polod my socks, cotton laces
 They loving to hate, my bitch she crazy
 Come with the beam, Star Wars lightsaber
 Playing that bitch like a game, Space Invaders
 Had to boss up man I can't give no favors
 Into the dragon, I feel like Aladdin
 Like Sega I settled I fuck up the pattern
 I pack up the package, I ran up the rackets
 I track up the track and I spaz with the ratchet
 Nice with the rapping, on sight with the castle
 On caps with the casting, I count with the masses
 Miss with the missiles, I dance with the Jacksons
 Fatal attraction like nigga what's cracking
 Nigga what's popping like Twelvyy be popping
 Like Addie be mobbing like really be blazing
 Really amazing
 This for the gods and all for the blase like fuck is you saying
 I know what'll really make 'em matter (hey,hey)
 I know what'll really make 'em matter (hey, hey)
 Money is the only thing that matters (hey, hey)
 Family is the only thing that matters (hey, hey)
 I know what'll really make 'em matter (hey, hey)
 All my new bitches ass is fatter (hey, hey)
 I knew what'll really make 'em matter (hey, hey)
 I know what'll really make 'em matter (hey, hey)
 I know what'll really make 'em matter (hey, hey)
 I know what'll really make 'em matter (hey, hey)
 Got a glock that shit will make you shatter (hey, hey)
 High as hell, I'm smoking on a shatter (hey, hey)
 Fucking on a shortie, ass is fatter (hey, hey)
 Diamonds like Micheal Jackson's better (hey, hey)
 Time is looking, glasses ready to shatter (hey, hey)
 I know what'll really make 'em matter (hey, hey)
 (Whoa,yeh, what you saying?)
 (Cash out, cash out,got it)
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:48
Key
9
Tempo
120 BPM

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