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bata! - fifoot (feat. mo gardens) lyrics

[intro]
apesh-t!
going apesh-t!
got the crowd going apesh-t!
apesh-t!
going apesh-t!
a standing ovation!

[hook]
i’m a skinny fifoot mothaf-cka
if you didn’t know me youda thought i wouldn’t buss ya
alien n-gga, that’s that green undercover
imma treat you like my money, put you in a duffle
body bag, n-gga!

[verse1: bata!, mogardens, bata! & mogardens]
this ain’t a chain, it’s a necklace!
lobster tail taco for my breakfast!
we the fresh catch, baby i’m the bestest
if a n-gga talk sh-t, violate, leave him neck-less!
this one for the dummies want the pow pow
man the 808 drum make em bow down
let the little dog bark, n-gga bow wow
high stakes for the pay, imma hold down!
skate around the block with my head held high
i ain’t satisfied, till i get my bands up high
spit it so sublime
so live i got that steam coming off it
i’m the guy running with some green in my pocket
i ain’t talking profit but
best believe imma prophet!
yeah i walk it like i dress
all water it’s a mess!
never stress, wack n-ggas stay
coming for my chest!
so i flex for the sake of dominance
olympic gold medal with the pen
take a beat
take a rap
i juggle in one hand
i’m the fifoot king as i conquer the land!
pick your bones apart, you can call my -ss napoleon
shawty blowing like a fan
imma need a minute
got me staring at the ceiling
so sick, no penicillin
catch a flow, so cynical
sacrifice your feelings
blowing o’s, you don’t want no smoke
leave you in the trenches, no coat!
think i cracked the code! (x4)

[verse 2: bata!, mogardens]
f-ck a delay!
hurry up and pick up the pace
running in place
i been cutting cake
money been coming my way
stash in the safe
momma said road need some paving today
making some waves
my driveway looking so bended in shape
bata! been breaking the game
get out my way! [x5]
get it? just move
got limited tools
with nothin to prove
all these n-ggas they snooze
moving too smooth
watch me, hop in a groove
running circles, making loops round these n-ggas
ain’t no truth in booth
come correct or my, troop at your neck
big dog, thorough-bred
ain’t no threat you can pose
take a loss in your head
imma float till my last thread, cut my last check
learn the ropes n-gga!

[outro]
apesh-t!
going apesh-t!
got the crowd going apesh-t!
apesh-t!

- bata lyrics

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