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noizick - backseat bump lyrics

skit: divine
i was+ i was like, “yeah, i’ll be a small scene, and we’ll survive here and there” but getting deals and coming on this side and getting respect is huge for us; and we do it in our language, and hip+hop has no language

chorus:
(lil b+tch!)
rap game no joke on the top still
salt on the table, no coke on the plate still
cloth talk, no bullsh+t, wanna make your f+cking head spin
2 packs of marlboro, coming for that smoke still

rap game no joke on the top still
salt on the table, no coke on the plate still
cloth talk, no bullsh+t, wanna make your f+cking head spin
hungry for that lil bitty b+tch like my next meal

verse:
rap game no joke, on the motherf+cking top still
imperfections on me, but i like my water distilled
i may not look harmful, but i’m coming for your spot still
plotting on my plate, you been sucking on my d+ck, still

two huge fins on my testarossa
two huge headlights shining from my daytona
and no, i ain’t talking rolex with them night and day faces
you know i f+cking made it when i’m moving to these places
h+llo, i’m wisdom kaye, with some k’s in my jean jacket
white nike vintages and i pull up with no crease on it
olive green ’42, and i just might run the streets on it
scuffed leather jacket, watch me while i go out skreet on it

6th time, lil b+tch please don’t text me while i’m driving
i’m not a good multi+tasker, i can’t drive while i’m typing
i don’t know what’s the meaning of this dummy word, “lobotomy”
you sound like a sick patient tryna be in their bag, colostomy

my last b+tch ripped my heart, stuffed a bottle of propofol
i should f+cking stop it now, need coffee to chill me down
you think this just surface level, this sh+t go off way too deep
i’m on demon time, b+tch i k!ll you in your f+cking sleep

i’m just discreet on it, might run the streets on it
they only know me for my leather and my jean jacket
burberry scarf with the red, black and cream palette
you don’t play no games, baby you been lagging (hah!)

reminds me of maya jama sliding inside my pyjamas
suck doritos off my tip and make me tease and touch bahamas
reminds me of ak, that 5’7 shawty
i gotta stop being h+rny, for someone who won’t call me

big draco, roll no. 47, or maybe i should call her by her codename, 47
cause lately i been having thoughts of her only 47 assets and bars, sadly i could only see 11
but you only show 11, tell me who the f+ck is kevin?
i only know durant, and maybe kevin eleven
vulnerability is my biggest virtue, i should lock it down like a 10 p.m. curfew
grew up on calpol, shady and kangol, i cannot think sh+t, maybe, cause that’s all
is that your girlfriend, with a pink top? oh, it’s a crop top!
well, she done big fraud (dumb b+tch)

chorus:
rap game no joke on the top still
salt on the table, no coke on the plate still
cloth talk, no bullsh+t, wanna make your f+cking head spin
2 packs of marlboro, coming for that smoke still

rap game no joke on the top still
salt on the table, no coke on the plate still
cloth talk, no bullsh+t, wanna make your f+cking head spin
hungry for that lil bitty b+tch like my next meal

outro:
rap game no joke on the top still
rap game no joke on the top still
rap game no joke on the top still
rap game no joke on the top still

- noizick lyrics

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