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monster – kimoji 16 {rough draft} lyrics

[intro]
it’s that fireman track
it’s that fire on the track
yeah, uh
yung qweezii

agh agh got em
yeah, fuxk the pigs
fuxk the pigs

and now i said uh
agh agh agh agh agh got em’
shots were sent out, i shot em’
agh, shouts to dark knight, i’se robin
f cancer, yo

[verse 1]
say it out loud, i hate kim yay
agh agh agh agh agh got em
i been sensei niggah, a niggah i been this wave
yung thug flow, swish yo

someone tell celine dion to keep her head up
and ring them bells mutherfuxker, oh yeah we’se next up/ (leona lewis)
k-i-l-l, kick it like well
i’m hell-bent, cous i’m ready my nigga i tell’se lynch/ mob
fuck, oui ain’t yes man
they can’t see us
they can’t (agh agh agh agh agh got em/ you see)
kings.rule.everything.my.everything
man i swear i pour my heart in this shit, let me sing, fine
whine, i’m home
the ghost is back/ (sales, sails)
(a chip a hoy) front & sinner in this b-tch
good d-ck a do that, bud/ (agh agh agh agh agh)
but, i never liked a b-tch who doesn’t like to swallow
her pride from time to time
shit like i do mine
but sometimes its uncalled for
i understand all a that, but sometmes its just called for
ambidextrous, sometimes its just all 4’s
nike, air-max sometimes its too mas, all force
no drive, got me lookin’ like “i need adidas”
this the type of shit that’s make slim act like that kim lady
i grew up in the 80s, guess i’m built like that
and niggas knew he was qweezii
the nigga weez, on the track
(qweez)
agh, yo agh got em
you can tell these shots
it’s in your gut
niggah harlem
nigga harlem
nigga harlem
yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[verse 2]
& if niggas try to flex boi (huh)
i hit em with this tec
i hit em up
5’9 and that nigga sick ah fuh
meth roids, poppin’ all of em’ niggah i been abduct/-ed
uh niggah i’m a martian (huh)
3hunned i’m a spartan
what? a hunned plus 10 nigga
yea, i just done it again niggah
niggah, niggah,niggah
step that pen game up
get that fcken count right, niggah 3-2-1
countdown, gone nigga
be one that means gone nigga
the try to stop me but i’m way too strong niggah
(knocked out) calm nigga, ditzy baby
i see you, i see you baby
no more cryin’ alright wavey babii, icu
i see you like emergency i murdered the beat
& beat dre’s up yeah i beat dre’s up yea
holla
how do you want it? mind full or mindful
mindful, i’d break that down for you par-don
uh, this takes patience/ (don flows, qweezii)
doctor or patient don’t matta i’ll take care
of it, niggas be swagger jackin’
i got my shit patent
sounds like a tom pick
legendary out in the streets of qb
i’m not even from qb
yall must be runnin’ the 2-3
claimin’ y’all too deep (zone)
but man-to-man, it no matta yall can not, can’t
stop the -ssault
look likes gotham at fault
its qweezii baby
qweezii niggah
itz monster

and tell her
agh agh agh yo agh got em
see look, its 14:42 i’m tellin’ niggas it real (military time)
niggas believe in a anything dollar bills
i could tell a nigga 2 & 2 ain’t 4

ya dig, ya dig
i said yo he’s so wavey make her wanna lick the rapper
ya dig

[outro]
cruel fxken kids grew nuts and the ku-klux flipped
they grew up way too harsh and too rough
& too hard, clutch like 1-2-1-3 uh
boyin’ niggas, i heard that’s my boy my nigga ya dig
& of course gold-diggers report
just once let it be some d’s on that b-tch
d’s on that b-tch
which is ironic, its a-b-c’s
it always it
they want me to trip trip
they want me to b-c, aye
bay-bee, b-c cub
i-c-cup
icey hennessy flow, that’s my remedies though
that’s turbo thot
pop it lock it errr robocop
that’s so so hot like the valleys up in at cali
nigga, nigga nigga
who piss liquor and flows wine
like they do red wine
and ahead of my time
a-head of my time, i is
i break bread and rhyme
so it comes to no surprise that my rhymes are the shit
my mind’s a tick-tickin’ and shits bout to explode
boom, bang boxes in
x’s and o’s
a boombox a steriotype
triangles down my wall extraterrestrial type
like, e.t. that’s martian
and uh, and i don’t stop the bars been
a felonist since the day i started and i’d
bust your melon quick and then hide for 6

wave, yea

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