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surfer ram - mortal kombat lyrics

verse 1:

and forever it’ll be, big bread before short cake
so complex my persona is so ordinate, n-ggas saying they better
so i’m laughing at something that won’t happen, like n-ggas choosing their court dates
or predicting death, i’m the description of
young and dumb, handsome faded off prescription drugs
with a bad shorty, doing about 1-40
i’m scrolling up the sour, she opening my 40
my n-ggas ride, we i’ller, you’d be surprised
low-key we run the world, like the triangle with the eye
hightide we in the street, throwing surfer up in the sky
the tide’s at it’s peek, you lucky if you survive
qc to long beach, surfer until i die
i got that wave, if you looking for a supply
why you hating on me, i’m just doing my job
surfergang hightide, come and join the mob

chorus:

ain’t nothing sweet on my side, you rockin with surfer ram of hightide
and every drop is so epic, henne bottles and hoes naked
you think i’m new to this, a veteran i do this sh-t
i do it for my n-ggas in the can, like they were tuna fish
ha, playing around like we were scrimmaging, i’m k!lling them
mortal kombat, finish him

verse 2:

you n-ggas nasty, you be kissing the broad
i give her a p-ss, i’m quaking the -ss, and then i’m dismissing the broad
no need for applause that haven’t got caused, got n-ggas and b-tches involved
all of your wildest dreams, pursuing the cream, so now the richest involved
in the clothing bro, it’s huey you should know me yo
you’s a p-ss in boots, banderas antonio
money ain’t a thing, b-tch that’s a lie and i deserve a raise
i’m burning tropicana in atlanta, with my n-gga frais
blowing smoke all in your face, please excuse my n-gga ways
riding through the hood in my pajamas with my n-gga daiz
grinding for a million days, no acting no sharaites
trying to be a living testament that working hard pays
won’t stop, till yo main b-tch give me top
and my b-lls were on her chin, like she stuffed her face in a bowl of pops
all you lames get off my c-ck, before i come shut down your block
5 cars deep hear the warning shot, and my n-ggas run in yo spot
b-tch

chorus

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