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cersia - hot lyrics

god, i could be him on the mic (him on the mic, yeah)
if you don’t believe in religion, i guess that i’m not
even if i ain’t be up on your top 50
my colleagues be giving me props
you couldn’t spit with a gun to your head
so put the mic down, that sh+t ain’t a prop
i know i be talking my sh+t (talking my sh+t, yeah)
i back it up, i’m a fire spitter, that’s hot

yo
this something different ain’t it?
i ain’t never ride my sh+t like this before

i’m winning a plaque off my new sh+t (winning a plaque)
award is out to the greatest alive (goat)
i’m sending it back, i can do it
again until i be faking a smile
the ripper is back, off the crew sh+t (crew sh+t, crew sh+t, crew sh+t)
and i’ll be going anony like jack
‘cause i could be murdering beats (k!lling this sh+t, yeah)
and you wouldn’t know who it was ‘til it happened
(let’s go!)
this cold, b+tch, you could catch it
i could make like rocks thrown from the top floor (off of that rooftop)
with that flow switch like i’m splashing
i could name drop motherf+ckers and put the sh+t out, that’s an open casket (open casket!)
if i ain’t stop by 40 and cut the sh+t out
i’d still be the goat, your kids, you can ask them
every bar is a kilo, my sound got you addicted
how i be building a verse by walling y’all out with these mo’f+ckin bricks is
keeping it hot, hot
y’all rappers been easy pickin’s
i’m spitting that dope, shipping it in bulk, sh+t’s keeping me up in business
i’m winning a plaque off my new sh+t (do it again, yeah)
award is out to the greatest alive
when i come home, i’ll sit in the pool with (swim with the+)
all these hoes, i’m making ‘em mine (i’m making them mine)
every drop, back to the new typical
and next raising up the roof, way to the sky (way to the sky, yeah!)
when we gon’ pop, we steady ballooning
shout to my brothers from yeo and
god, i could be him on the mic (him on the mic, yeah)
if you don’t believe in religion, i guess that i’m not
even if i ain’t be up on your top 50
my colleagues be giving me props
you couldn’t spit with a gun to your head
so put the mic down, that sh+t ain’t a prop
i know i be talking my sh+t (talking my sh+t, yeah)
i back it up, i’m a fire spitter, that’s hot

yeah
cersia season 2023
shout to the motherf+cking goat sean ignite
yeo records
it’s only uphill from here, it’s that greatness
we out this sh+t, yeah

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