leon rhymes – moment for lie remix lyrics
f-ck the haters, and everybody cursin’ me
i’m here to learn, rap university
i’m on the track and i’m ready to run you
this is life, no edit and undo
i grab a cup, and fill it to the brim;
sh-t ain’t working out so i let her hit the gym
f-ck the bullsh-t i’mma keep it to a minimal;
f-ck every country and be like im a criminal
cause everyone’s tryna win like the mavericks
but im here in mark jacob and avericks
got green like broccoli and cabbage
first flight with the mics and our f-ckin baggage
some say it’s too much to manage
i want this moment to unpause and damage
all you n-ggers got a shock from my friction
i wanna fall back and all you n-ggers fiction
so let me dream ’till i wake up
two faced girls need extra make up
sold out, i’mma need an exclamation
im tryna get signed kinda like the declaration
f-ckin all the crushed eyes
lower than the asians
f-ck being local
i’m all up in your nation
you can just jog but i’m motherf-cking racin’
if you only new all the troubles that im facin’
black and white diamonds, yet my family’s interracial
get good head, but your head needs a facial
yeah i’m a prince, so i’m still charmin
yeah im tryna sleep, but my life is too alarming
too many pigs like a motherf-cking farm, and
i’m tryin k!ll the beat, but it’s you haters who i’m harmin’
i get all the credit
no need to pull your cash out
lemon drops, sour, then we hit till we p-ss out
yeah, and i spit the fire, heat
fresh from the cleaners
smellin’ like a dryer sheet
and im a f-ckin boss
can’t n0body fire me
and i’mma do it till i d-mn retire g
but f-ck it
if you think your better you can suck it
pockets so fat
that i think i need to tuck it. but f-ck it
i’mma k!ll this like the last bot
watch me rap my team like i was a mascot
shotgun, ready for the new race
n-ggas trippin’ like they never tied their shoe lace
haters on my weiner
but the don’t tempt me
i want a bad b-tch, a beamer, and a bentley
yeah, understand youre my homie
call me up girl, if you gettin’ lonely
i don’t want a girl too fat or bony
and i dont want a girl flat like my sony
but i swear im always kickin’ it
white gray blowin’ double blunts i be l!ckin’ it
big -ss scroll, and you can’t find the pick in it
black -ss car, and i always got a chick in it
knitten it
tight -ss flowin’ you can fit in it
why do i seem like i’m the only n-gga spittin’ it?
but times up, take a look at the shot clock
i always score, can’t n0body even c-ck block
you’re not hot, i’mma flip the d-mn page
i be k!llin sh-t, i be on a rampage
we’re going up, cause i dont wanna sink
we got a shot, but i dont wanna drink
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