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yyz - jet lyrics

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yyz

got

no money
don’t care yo
21 in the middle of ontario

got a bad b-tch with an -ss like iggy
smoking on some cabbage that could bench five fiddy

strong

but i wouldn’t call her fancy
my tunes make her looney – i’m acme

bomb!

what hunny?
can’t hear you
21 in the middle of ontario

tryna make bank like azealia
really i’m
smoking hot like paraphernalia

telling ya

it’s sick what i serve when i’m dropping bars…
i’m a convict cafeteria!

and i solemnly swear that i’m up to no good
all these n-ggas marauders just watching my moves
it’s the king of toronto from sauga a youth
a canadian emperor finding his groove

i gotchu disney
young king, i don’t need no zazu with me!

cuz i’m

living life, like “c’est la vie”
feel like i could never lose, i could take ali
like i’m sicker than the flu, like i’m hiv
like i’m ’bout to make the news, yy-benghazi

runs these tracks with jamaican speed
young black, more hot than kenya be

hold up

that miss you ese?
kenya moore – black miss usa
won that back in ’93
but d-mn girl you still fine to me

ok

it’s the main attraction
i would be lying
to say the mane attached to him is not that of a lions
been writing rhymes fresh as trident
try keeping time with a t-tan
i flow hard
y’all are coast guards
i am poseidon
it’s foucault
f-cking mozart
that’s power through violence
oh god
guess i found my nietzsche
there is no god

d-mn

i should refrain from philosophy
always was strange but now strangers are watching me
out of my brain, wish they botched the lobotomy
breaking the mold, i should drop out of pottery

rare as a lottery
winner in poverty
making that green
‘stead of cooking up collard greens

oh wait y’all don’t get it?
wanna play it back? would it help if i re-said it?
maybe i’m too fast
maybe y’all just need a minute
maybe i should slow it down
reexplain every sentence

basically i’m the best there is

man

f-ck that sh-t
y’all can suck my d-ck
couldn’t really give a d-mn if they bumped my hits
but i’m thankful to the fans for the love i get
promise i’ma pay it back when i’ve bought my jet

i’ma fly y’all ’round the world twice
f-ck it make it three
remember? “c’est la vie”

i beat a wrap like my name’s h0m-lka
skin’s half black, she’s tasting mocha
come and give it to you daddy like a great report card
these b-tches love me, my name is sosa

and that’s why i can’t f-ck with you n-ggas
i’m clear of the cliff, with you huxtable n-ggas
i’ll belt this sh-t out till i buckle you n-ggas
f-ck yyz, i just trey russell’d you n-ggas

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