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ryler smith - ian fleming lyrics

swear to god
you crazy for this one mikey

(riviera)
(ohh)

[verse]
this for my
gucci wearers
couchie playas
crowd surfer tune
this sh+t crazy
dreams of us being famous
(no doubt)

mikey bump this sh+t so loud
the speakers busted

too much distortion on rapper’s beats got me disgusted

bust out the hot shots
we cookin like pasta
drink at cafés at the plaza
frequently spray with the choppa
sl!cker than playas in coppa
shotgun
cl!cking the pay on the internet
while slicing the salmon
you wanna be famous on fallon
pick up your poison
your choice son
employment won’t get us no phantoms
cut with a scalpel
mikey the realest producer
you know he italian
i’m riding on beats like a stallion
on my way up to the tavern
rap is my son
i’m a parent
i be the chosen one
no wonder
ain’t it apparent?
shouts to my n+ggas
in the black mclaren
full frame with the canon
riviera
italian rustic house with the views

write my next album
while you write your excuse

n+gga
life told me
that i had the right to choose

between getting screwed
and singing blues

yet its hardly our own choices
which we humans accuse

i made my own choice
based on my instincts fool
that’s word to tools

uh
man i swear
i wouldn’t wanna wear your shoes

so dont mess with us individuals
(haha)
testarossa
park it by the red daytona
life my roller coaster
play soul makossa

thoughts of the good life
while walking through ascona

connections with some affiliations
which are not known of

this sh+t bananas
p+ss drunk
scream out the top of my lungs
at 5am
in beige white pyjamas

you can find me
still spittin in distant lands up

they said i’m too loud
that i ain’t got no dinner manners
black sandals
contemplate the universe
and what it hands us
as we twist these funds
like credit card scammers

experience is the brush
life is my canvas

as we went from amateurs
to experts
to being masters

walk with the pride of a lion
of hot african dunes

hungry
got so angry i had lift the tomb

ayo
now this the tune
classics they gone too soon

rappers wearin’ all types of colors
like some fl!ck cartoons

so go grab a drink
and get down in the mood
this just a minor pause
you call it interlude

ain’t reppin’ corners
won’t impress to chauffeur
rappers acting like movie stars
it’s jus a painful culture

rage refuse
either make it or just make an excuse

a million reasons not to do it
can only think of two

number one is the blood ain’t vanished
mikey the boss producer
swear yall other dudes
are simply average

number two established
if you ain’t worth it
this industry gon f+ck you heavily
and leave you dead and famished

this sh+t the mood for life
smooth but hype
this so ridiculous
he might just screw your wife

- ryler smith lyrics

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