denzel curry - ultimate lyrics
[intro: ronny j]
ronny j, listen up
[chorus]
i am the one, don’t weigh a ton
don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street (okay)
under the sun, the b-st-rd son
will pop the glock to feed himself and family (sheesh)
by any means, your enemies, my enemies
we wet them up like a canteen (d-mn)
the yellow tape surrounds the fate
don’t have a face, so now you late, open the gates (god d-mn)
[verse 1]
great, eliminate like elimidate (ooh)
hey, young boy had to penetrate (ooh)
face, young boy done caught a case (ooh)
bang, now his mama livin’ with the pain (uh)
wait, doctor says he’s gonna stay (huh?)
let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate (oh)
now a n-gga harder than the head of the state (d-mn)
denzel curry is the new candidate (d-mn)
ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite
stop this sh-t, chop your esophagus (esophagus)
b-tches be boppin’ it, bow down and pop it in
droppin’ it in her esophagus (esophagus)
she get so nasty, in public she cl-ssy
perhaps she is able to swallow it (uh)
girl, i can make you a star (star, ooh)
then i put her -ss on apollo, b-tch (d-mn)
b-tch, i am ultimate, behold my awesomeness
narcissist, part time an arsonist (flame)
rippin’ through cartilage, i am the hardest, b-tch
wrap it up, put in sarcophagus (d-mn)
dearly departed, it’s done when it started
so now that i’m livin’ so harmonious (harmonious)
feelin’ like spartacus, curry the ultimate
i am the best, there’s no politics
b-tch, i’m ultimate, ultimate
b-tch, i’m…
[chorus]
i am the one, don’t weigh a ton
don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street (okay)
under the sun, the b-st-rd son
will pop the glock to feed himself and family (sheesh)
by any means, your enemies, my enemies
we wet them up like a canteen (d-mn)
the yellow tape surrounds the fate
don’t have a face, so now you late, open the gates (d-mn)
[verse 2]
ultimate, infinite, flow is opium
open the internet, photosynthesis
put in parentheses, temporary
very scary if i feel like dirty harry
just might bust a b-tch, never knew my life
but yet the question is, “is he fake? is he real?”
what the message is, chop a b-tch n-gga up
i’ma sever it when i sever sh-t
i k!ll ’em, no kony, these n-ggas ain’t homies
claim you the homie, i turn into broly
droppin’ melodic, enter the cosmic
flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic
flow like a foreigner, i’m the torturer
out of south florida, call the coroner
k!lled in the corridor, i’m the overlord
rhymes like a sorcerer, i’m an animorph
b-tch, i’m a beast
n-gga, you tell me who f-ckin’ with me
k to the i to the n to the g
claim you the hottest, but i disagree
better learn something and get a degree
this for lord infamous, so r.i.p
arrivederci, b-tches lookin’ thirsty
ridin’ through the dirty, like it’s mandatory
ending of the story
[chorus]
i am the one, don’t weigh a ton
don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street (okay)
under the sun, the b-st-rd son
will pop the glock to feed himself and family (sheesh)
by any means, your enemies, my enemies
we wet them up like a canteen (d-mn)
the yellow tape surrounds the fate
don’t have a face, so now you late, open the gates
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