Busta Rhymes

Keep Executing
It's hot in this bitch, you probably should take your jackets off The newest me, new delivery, rip the package off (Huh) A lot of questions, you'll probably need to go ask the boss So much smoke I'ma give 'em until they have to cough Uh, I drag niggas how Jesus dragged the cross Grip the foreign until you skid and you crash the Porsche (Huh) When I spit, I be bearin' gifts like I'm Santa Claus Then this powder makin' 'em clap louder than they last applause Huh, delusional niggas, your facts is false I'm the fine line between how a pimp and a pastor walk (Huh) Changin' my name to The Recipe of the Master Sauce Then I force 'em to the point of exhaustion and they have to pause Do that shit again Now sit there with your motherfuckin' friend Spray your bottles, create a couple of bubble showers Pour a glass, fuck the building up for a couple hours (If you ready, all my niggas, let's go) Everything you thinkin' is yours is ours Well, I can smell 'em, you niggas need to give me my flowers Keep executin' Keep executin' (Huh) While I'm movin' mountains, less ice inside, couple super powers It's not surprising that most of you dudes is super cowards I birthed so many, plenty of you should salute the founder Letras de cancionesWe definitely concerned of whoever you do attach to (We the Avengers, nigga) Rush the club and see what we do to bouncers So dysfunctional with it, I'm assignin' you a counselor (Give me therapy) Here's instructions to what we do to doubters Punish everything, if you lucky, I'm slidin' you a voucher (Give him a pass) I love the way they talkin' all about you This godliness that I possess and what it all amounts to (Huh) Do it for clout, we probably really better off without you Now who you with? Go rep the city that these boys shot you Do that shit again Now sit there with your motherfuckin' friend Spray your bottles, create a couple of bubble showers Pour a glass, fuck the building up for a couple hours (If you ready, all my niggas, let's go) Everything you thinkin' is yours is ours Well, I can smell 'em, you niggas need to give me my flowers Keep executin' Keep executin' From Letras Mania