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no idols - dissipation (fytd) lyrics

hook

pre-verse

try to f-ck with that beast coast
we come back with that riposte
you don’t know?
(hold this for me..)

[verse: no idols]

b-tch, i make hits, got a bat and a trigger
rap game sweet, why you look so bitter?
you can’t reach me like broken transmitters?
your net worth is by c-ck-suckers that glitter?

make your chick stay wet, got condensation
she mad you ain’t sh-t, constipation
all your clothes fake, fabrication
i’ll make you go poof, n-gga, dissipation

i don’t give a f-ck about you or your b-tch, moving her hips, if she not flashing her t-ts
all my homies ride like the crash when it hits
and the women trying to fly, put the c-ck in her pit

i told her you don’t want a man like me
who starts to grab a mic and rips these beats
no pity, no hesitation
who writes his own verse on his medications

i treat life like a chess game
if we not cool, then the basis ain’t first name
i mean, i hate y’all in the worst way
most of y’all will get cut, call it child’s play

i speak what i see, what did i say?
i see failure, must be guy fawkes’ day
what i tell you ’bout keeping on your toupee?
see we eating all day, homie, buffet

hook

[pre-verse: vonell]

all these n-ggas wanna hate
we don’t turn the other way
we come back, retaliate like oh, lord
and your girl, she wanna stay
you ain’t gonna do nothing
she got tatted groovie gang like oh, lord

[verse: vonell]

hold up, you ain’t f-cking with some real n-ggas
you should already know that
real sh-t, motherf-cker, i’m a king
thought you was the man, nah, n-gga, scratch that

people hearing that i’m coming to the club
we don’t care that you coming cause your fans wanna show up
they scream my name when i pull up
and everybody wanna take a picture with that kodak

clown -ss n-gga, grown little man, kevin hart -ss n-gga
me and my not the same, cause i’m heading for the fame and you can’t f-ck with us
talking about my hitters, that’s a cross for you n-ggas, i’ma let you know now, no remorse for you n-ggas
your girl riding with me, bumpin’ in that two seater, i’ma knock the p-ssy out, hit it like i’m bruce willis

we on the rise, working hard for this sh-t like constipation
lord, please walk with us, get us through all these complications
cause people wanna bang like they know us, i’ll knock a n-gga out with no hesitation
but, the top is waiting, we paper chasing, so, f-ck ’em then, no time for wasting, that’s groovie

pre-chorus

groovie gang, ape, f-ck with us, n-gga, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
f-ck you tryna’ do, f-ck you tryna’ do
f-ck you tryna’ do, f-ck you tryna’ do

hook

f-ck you tryin’ do, f-ck you tryin’ do
nothing
f-ck you tryin’ do, f-ck you tryin’ do
nothing
f-ck you tryin’ do, f-ck you tryin’ do
nothing (you ain’t gon’ do not a god d-mn thing, homie)
f-ck you tryin’ do, f-ck you tryin’ do
nothing (you ain’t gon’ do not a god d-mn thing, homie)
f-ck you tryin’ do, f-ck you tryin’ do
nothing
f-ck you tryin’ do, f-ck you tryin’ do
nothing
f-ck you tryin’ do, f-ck you tryin’ do
nothing (you ain’t gon’ do not a god d-mn thing, homie)
f-ck you tryin’ do, f-ck you tryin’ do
nothing (you ain’t gon’ do not a god d-mn thing, homie)

- no idols lyrics

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