Triple Crowned
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[Intro:] You look so sweet and fine Yeah! I like to make you mine I love you! I’m real, I’m shy! (Vegas stand up!) You don’t have to! Look, best of the game, top of the league Rap to the sound, never topping the deed No stopping the G, when I rock to the beat Grind so hard to my cribs on the beach. To be the best, you gotta beat the best, So I kill myself on this verse. No competition, just stop and listen, Your favorite rappers desert! Got your favorite girl on my line, And she fell in love with my words If it’s back to rapping, I ain’t never left Only I’m controlling these verbs! No controversy, see you’re a dime... And keep me far from that... I’m the best and you know it, too... Biggie’s small to the ones... Claim God, claim king, claim whatever To be told I ain’t even on the level I’m a greatness, so amazing, ...some said I’ll never make it They pay me to speak. Show time like game of the week Oh dwag, you can’t even speak! Outrun these niggas, outshine these niggas My life’s so bright, I blind these niggas! Don’t pull me in the same boat We all rap, but we ain’t clones They rap for the fame, I rap for the soul Watch how my name blow! Hook: You look so sweet and fine I like to make you mine I love you! I’m real, I’m shy! You don’t have to! You ain’t got to be Mike I ain’t got to be Cock This is Mary ... I break stereotypes Stepping into the movie life and no props And now I ain’t got time to pick with no locks Break through doors, stick the whole lot Rolex, cash, weed, bitch I want everything that you’ve got I run court, most of you watch I work hard, most of you not Fuck that crown most of you got Cause when I rose most of you drop Most of you pop, most of you big Most of you not ever gonna do what they did Listen, listen, ever do what they did! Fuck that! I’mma get mines regardless, Every time I paint the artist I got an old school bitch, Give her ancient knowledge So the haze got me ever naughty Oh, strap up like... I wanna fuck the world, but I hate condoms Oh, I wanna face your target Y’all ain’t about this I’ve been hot like sixteen ounces Polio, Al Pacino, certified bully, I’m incognito Holler at Rico, mi amigo Hit the streets for thirty scenos I love money, boy, where is your ego? Slow down, where you go? Ain’t nobody got time for people? I’mma make you make time for me, though! Vegas! Hook: You look so sweet and fine I like to make you mine I love you! I’m real, I’m shy! You don’t have to! This booth feeling like my corner in the cross fight I broke the sample’s face with a hook that got the crowd high Rap so fast, this only seem what cameras flash With an uppercut that’s quicker than a Panamera crash. Bring your hands, lie on the dash... And on these tracks I go to work, black ties around my collar. After the verse I go to church to mourn this track I murdered I hope the beat sit on the gates like it’s ibu dalam Bar for bar I’m a problem, and that I know like a profit. Get it? Know like a profit, this shit be painting me profit Shake up the word like Mohamed Ball up for rings like I’m sonic Those rhymes was back to back cause we know all we spit was iconic. I say these niggas all flowing, No substance, I spit the control substance The same one that ruined David... And I gotta be the toughest (be the toughest) North town always get it jumping! Rap! Hook: You look so sweet and fine I like to make you mine I love you! I’m real, I’m shy! You don’t have to!
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