Quelle Chris

The Agency Of The Future
Say kill hip-hop (Kill him, huh) Say kill hip-hop (Kill him, huh) Say screw that shit, screw that shit, screw that (Screw that shit, screw that shit, screw that) Yeah, stick out like the second toe on a European My high riders inaudible for that new I'm seein' The big bangers applaudable But the catalog is shit-smeared under a new pair of some [?][0:57] Filas Under the table money, Lewinsky cabbage Pump the brakes on the dap like Nelson did Braxton Young OG servin' up, show you right, stank mouth, Millie Jackson More money, fuck you thought this is? Off the lot, Mr. Ice and Whiz, still on your mind like Nas X news on Boosie timeline Lest I remind you shit ain't sweet Dry wine Do not speak when God's rhymin' Spit at your feet, this whole week, we choose violence I got the juice spiked at a hundred-plus proof Still movin' like I never touched food Hum Say kill hip-hop (Kill him, huh) Say kill hip-hop (Kill him, huh) Say screw that shit, screw that shit, screw that (Screw that shit, screw that shit, screw that) Every year, an album drop, I'm on top of the Best Ofs Letras de cancionesAnd if I don't drop, shit, I'm on someone's album that was (Bruh) Excuse my packin', I don't mean no disrespectin' But that shit they droppin' never jams like an oiled weapon We got it covered like the royal wedding Fuck retirin' my jersey, hang the game up when I close the curtain Where's the line? I'ma cross it like [?][2:12] Burn heavy, keep an ashtray near me like Fez workin' Biz best bettors beg mercy No chill [?][2:19] Only reason for two legs up is drop kickin' like Murphy They are not worthy Wayne and Garth, we cut that reign short like harp Body of work deep like carves Dead man walkin', leave him pale-faced like Mark Angel on my left wants no part Devil on my right like, "Hark" After all the fun and all of, you know, the money And all the clappin' and the leadin' had nothing but pain From Letras Mania