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yama buddha - gimme that beat lyrics

[verse]
look i cut through all the bullsh+t
my tongue is raised and sharp
y’all tryna leap higher but i’ll raise them bars
i’m in mars yeah right, i’m mental
i’m one painful f+ck like the first of our horse
power through like muscle cars accelerated happiness
man i’ll hustle hard cuz it’s all about my business
blowing chips, blowing cars every day feels like it’s christmas
you workin’ day job while i make out with your misses
i take out all the dishes cuz my take out is delicious
different flavor but in riches, that flavorsome major’s breakfast
my verse is so addictive, baby crack and tryna get it
your b+tch is cosmetic, you’re hilarious like cedric
your sh+t is sympathetic, losing sense like nausea
still, the drama rapper losing mind like a meteor
life is harder times but then nothing else is easier
so i just put my d+ck in your brains and get p+ssed ya

[hook]
gimme that beat, gimme, gimme that beat
gimme that beat, gimme, gimme that beat
gimme that beat, gimme, gimme that beat
gimme that beat, gimme that beat
gimme that beat, gimme, gimme that beat
gimme that beat, gimme, gimme that beat
gimme that beat, gimme, gimme that beat
gimme that beat, gimme that beat
[verse]
i ball so hard, my vision concrete
n0body knows ya’ll go ahead blame it on me
salute on my haters, thank you for hatin’ on me
i hit the stage once, fame made up all week
like a hindu mof+cka, you would have want beef
could never stand up to me like j+panese
stop please, you better obeying the pothead
c+ck please your b+tch love giving me a hot head
i’m cookin’ all the sh+t in here like the top chef
left you at the bottom movin’ on to the top self
if the best were alive i would bring pac help
still, bigge’s death would be heartfelt
and still diddy’s best would be garbage
ymcmb would probably never hit the market
rest of ya’ll artist, you messed up r+t+rded
i’m breathlessly heartless to bring the devil his heartache

[hook]
gimme that beat, gimme, gimme that beat
gimme that beat, gimme, gimme that beat
gimme that beat, gimme, gimme that beat
gimme that beat, gimme that beat
gimme that beat, gimme, gimme that beat
gimme that beat, gimme, gimme that beat
gimme that beat, gimme, gimme that beat
gimme that beat, gimme that beat
[verse]
i get deeper than the ocean
fly higher than the nausea
sickest than the illest person, way hotter than lava
i’m easy cuz i do me, ready with the notion
really gritty as i flow in semiautomatic motion
i’m colder than the poles or the himalayan range
we ain’t playin’ our aim is to rearrange the game
spit flames to your friends till you burn under ashes
cuz you lack of clear vision, geek without glasses
look, you must be doomed if you ain’t heard of us
buddha is here to promote peace to all the murmurous
i don’t rap, i practice magic like saucers
life is a sentence, just is to a murderer
i’m known as eb, like a burger cuz
all you rappers together couldn’t murder one of us
you can’t beat this sh+t, n0body touching us
plus the girls you tryna hit wanna f+ck with us

- yama buddha lyrics

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