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melo-x - x-tra drop lyrics

big up to wiley and mj cole
hope them brethren feel my flow
haters don’t know
me, i’m true jamaican bred
that’s why my skin color of coco
we f-cking with popos, we pulled them for photos
ain’t doing sh-t with your life, and i know
ain’t doing sh-t with your wife so i bone
ain’t doing sh-t with that knife so why pose?
if you’re a hater, see your wack -ss later
stink -ss breath, need a few lifesavers
i got the force, you tryna to be like me
i’m your father, where’s the lightsaber?
luke skywalker, and i hear a few guys talking sh-t
but i don’t see them often
they hide behind blogs and websites
catch rabies when this canine bite
catch ladies on a real late night
with an outfit that fit way too tight
let the crowd get hype, spit way too tight
so i know i’mma be alright, right
when night ravers higher than skyscr-pers
f-ck them guys who deny me of my paper
laugh and cry later, live to die famous
that’s not the reason i’m tryna get my weight up
i know a few n-ggas changed they voices
even had to change they lingo
but i’mma do me, there is no other choices
until i win a game like bingo
pop like pringles, rock like ringo starr
with the beetles, this’ll be the sequel
when i spit quick there is no equal
when i flow slow it’s like water for the people, whoo
let me quench your thirst, then let the god give birth
to ill rhymes, and in due time
i’mma be the most prolific on earth
like the sea breeze i’mma make you feel me
but it’s never easy
cause you never see me coming
never repeat, so i gotta od
on every single new beat
now your mp3’s bumping
unh, let me catch my breath
then let the god catch rep
better show respect
all dancers on deck
put up on de speaka
[?] dagger
[?]
tight spandex with the cheetah [?]
[?] ragga
m-ffin, stuffin’
sorta like a chicken in the oven
i’mma heat it up from the inside
they shoulda never let me in the game
cause like rough s-x i’mma beat it up when i’m inside
you can’t stop me
even if you try to cut me
or capture me like paparazzi
can’t have a copy can’t be too sloppy
i’mma be on point watch me
after this here year, i’m gonna have a nice career
doing shows in j-pan and even korea
leave my footprints there, next to the nukes
mr president here goes your proof, woo
boom
i’m the bomb
ring the alarm, one
wit de queen ‘pon me arm
it’s the god, god

- melo x lyrics

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