Worlds Fair - Sammy Sosa lyrics

rate me

Yeah, man, peace, peace, peace be with you

Listen, man, yeah we're cooling off, but I call window

I'm not trying to sit bitch

If I want the news

I call I want the window seat

Like if I do

You feel me? I'm done, not about you

That's how you gonna call me

Don't really call me

Listen to me record me

I'm trying, you know what I mean

I'm trying to let the soundtrack to my music

Yo, yo one day I'll be careless

Next day I'm meticulous

Cool call me collected

Won't stay that ridiculous

I can't fly close to the sun

I end up like Iccarus

Y’all can't stand that solo power

My flow devour shit it's a must!

And a gentleman gets drunk and lose all social filters

A local killer go impose through no I know is iller

You think I'm wavy then I'm surfing on those surfaces

I'm lurking through your nervous system pinpointing your nervousness.

Can't stop the blood flow, oh won't get a turn to kick

No doctors no herbal list can stop me be a murderess

Understand my purposes, no sun, no sand, no Berkowitz

I'm more galactic eating planets, aham, earth it is

Force up in my services, watch how hard I work for this!

Watch out hoe, they watching my pockets

And know my purposes

Maverick like I'm... ski when I score

Wanting more my D-I-E for sure but it's worth the risk

Yo, split the arrow with the mind of the

Double battle collateral horse power devour flowers

And my Nike and barrow flow tidier than carols

Pussy be a modest a goddess

Chilling talents with Nicky Steam what a simple scene

I'm scoring forty over Shorties so they triple team

Gee no bravo no bottle but still the triple bean

No simple essential instrumentals must fit the team

Bad for your mental like liquor lovin and nicotine

Then I see more at your daughter

So influential like we know what

Who you calling? We be balling like Steve Austin

I'll afford your life for another night

I'm assuming I have a thing for women straight quiet

Just caravanning down their face while I'm straight dying

I'm fucking laughing, honey

Consider myself upper class when I said match the money!

Eating fruits with funny yogurts threw up on Shorty, show me

We're living lavish let me Skype in all the way from Paris

Give me, Paris!

Bonjour, nigger, my view so magnifique

Tell he made a look, or at least he try to groove for me

We're snacking on macaroons for Nikie D

Big Mac till the Delta Gree how you're living B?

Still go to the same ball I’m still spoken that'

Bet I put on shoes like an old god singing like Jerry

I'm not your Ruby Rose...

Move Barcelona, please my skin like Sammy Sosa

Sexy three home runs, callate la boca