TRUE MASTER - Batman And Robin lyrics

rate me

Yeah!

Lil shawty movement

You know you ain’t supposed to be over here man, for real

Don’t make us come and get you man

What up man!

Tell your brother man

My nigga better come around man

Be good man, we ain’t sweating that little bit of money

Floody the lobby with the big niggas playing my square

Tone caps homie bitch he to pickle,

I’m melted up with gas jeans, champions sweat hood on

Philadelphia had too many good blinks,

To ask in his dynamite ray

Double piping with the risk light in white

I shit on the hood links,

All we hold is put equal in ..Diesel we this time

And this time, I’ma shit rhyme and for kilos oh,

Who dare one text us, I flip the ex like Jamaicans,

Can’t one stare, we shot your peoples

I’m always balled up, nigga you want me both street

I’m under the belt and all of me Ocean

Bugged out, bugs bunny money niggas

Plus my hands is life is that .. as I shoot up some dummies

There niggas is gonna be hell up and happy when we’ll find you

Plus we chopped off the mother hand.

And packs it up and then melt it to your brother house

We want that cope nigga, every last f*ck it out

You f*ck it with the wrong team I blow me leave your soldiers

Got more than just stunts I pack he and my crime holders,

Louis Vuitton wallet keep an ax in the gummy soul,

Chain so big nigga it look like dummy go

You funny though, f*ck em with the savage my niggas

That will kill, will they come to six O’s in the figure

Gun clappin happy ready to bust their triggers

You used the corner, tryin to find you slumped in the river

With the Cuban link purple ..stuck in your face,

I’m a ghost chocked out no prince to trace,

No easily case got a secret identity

Don’t lose change in the game son,

Pick the documentary

I know you motherf*ckers like the back of my hand

F*ck around the big toner get stumped by the clan assholes

It’s rhymer.