david may (itsdavidmay) - fiero lyrics
[verse 1]
gold plated steps on the chariot
you know how dirty harry get, i’m floating like i’m riding on the ferry b+tch
i took a trip out to an island
my stock prices are rising, so what do you surmise then?
i used to move the bundles, i ain’t talking tie+ ins
now i speak italian, i’m talking with my hands, point my trigger finger then go poof
i disappear, the phantom of the opera with the opposition
i fold a motherf+cker into submission
only submission you know is when you send your track to blogs and n0body listen
permission to transition, your motor got no transmission
you still stuck in first gear, now whats your worst fear?
somebody knocking you better let them in
i might not break a sweat again when i show you who i am bettеr than
you should have never took thе other side cause we were better friends
now you’re hating like the hooper who never got their letterman
[chorus]
i’m still sitting on my high horse
like b+tch, what the f+ck you blow my high for?
i been back up on my bullsh+t
can you imagine what i’d die for?
i’m still sitting on my high horse
like b+tch, what the f+ck you blow my high for?
i been back up on my bullsh+t
but what the f+ck you blow my high for?
[verse 2]
i’m shawn michaels with the leg stretched out
ready to go, leaderboard will have your name etched out
competition bring the best out, i’m bout to puff my chest out
it’s breeding season hope the best out, b+tch i’m an alpha wolf
i’m off a pound of kush, got a hippy b+tch you know i pound the bush
i blow your flame out all they found was soot
i need a breather your chick cooking comida
i smoke cohibas in a wife beater after she eat my peter
that’s that michelin service
sign your initial on the the line to discontinue the hurting
i’m still in breach of contract your feelings caught the contact
gimme the and+one with a quarter of the bomb pack
i’m running the track so pass me the baton
this a long con, i’m lurking in the deep from here to hong kong
i’m long gone off a bean, don’t take it too strong
or maybe i’m wrong and this is the storm after the calm
[chorus]
i’m still sitting on my high horse
like b+tch, what the f+ck you blow my high for?
i been back up on my bullsh+t
can you imagine what i’d die for?
i’m still sitting on my high horse
like b+tch, what the f+ck you blow my high for?
i been back up on my bullsh+t
but what the f+ck you blow my high for?
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