Broly
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Lyrics
Big bank take little bank I cause a big bang Smack ya ghost writer and ya think tank We got em flanked Greet ya flank with a big shank Got another banger in the tank Give thanks I'm doing big things fucking the budget up Rock a dashiki in the meeting Fuck a button up You known for showing ya ass I'm known for cutting up Emotional ass thugs Yall need to toughen up Black ops regiment Weapons in the arsenal Bombs AKs Take ya straight to the hospital DOA got a sniper named Mamadou Osman, Abdul, Ibou Mohamed too Murders a nothing burger Nothing impossible If money running low lock And load do a job or two Hit man for hire Send me the bounty Tell these little rappers Get the fuck from around me Specialized techniques Peak martial artist Aikido, Wing Chung Break down ya carcass These dudes straight Garbage jealous ones starving Ungrateful bastards Looking for a bargain Steel sharpen steel My status is hard to kill Keep on my foot on they necks Till I'm sitting on top of mills Wanna chop it up and build? Picking brains, that'll cost ya Slam you against ceilings And walls back and forth you Slap and toss you out the window Then applaud you Have ya wife cook me a meal Then divorce you Known to slice right Through the BS like sword do Plead guilty then drop a grenade Inside the court room Fight the whole room And do a dance on top corpses Celebrate and pop corks With girls looking gorgeous My vortex defy physics When I talk shit You seen the matrix Po is what you call a glitch High adrenaline High potency my melanin Sharp, brash, proud, intelligent Hustle cause the money Make the world go round I'm copping Stock ETF's, bonds by the pound Energetic general Non-GMO No chemicals everywhere I go it's a spectacle Smacking off the faces of skepticals The god so impeccable Pharaohgam Take it to a level that's untenable Still cooking that delectable Shade and any type disrespect is unacceptable Stop ya crybaby shit Life ain't fair You can black ball White ball I don't care Counting followers fuck nah I make dope and bottle it Till my name go synonymous Fans in Japan, France Lagos acknowledge it A crowd a just start to form When I start popping shit My future looking promising rap politics Anarchist, samuraï Lace you up with bandages Transform to my final form Then demolish it Swing a mighty fist take you back to 96 Old school, new school Nah this NOW tho They peep what I did Still they don't know how though
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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:43
- Key
- 1
- Tempo
- 95 BPM