J-Lie, Kendrick Lamar, Curren$y, Mickey Factz - Double XL lyrics
Kendrick Lamarс [Duckworth] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[J-Lie, Kendrick Lamar, Curren$y, Mickey Factz - Double XL lyrics]
And I never came down from the last time
But that don't mean nothing
Niggas still climbing
Bitches popping bottles and they
Sipping pink diamonds
I took a break from the game
And I seen these niggas clowning
The blogs wouldn't be the same if
You took Spitta out it props to the ones who
Instrumentally getting me popping
Balling without first learning
The fundamentals, forget about it
Tryna 360 up the middle
You ain't even learn to dribble
Twiddling my thumbs smoking lime
Watching hamster ass rappers running wheels
Going nowhere with their rhymes
Stuck, Glenn Robinson big dog bus, socks
Up, top down, killing squares, riding around
Coolest nigga in yo city
Even when I'm not in town
Smoking like I signed for 50
Million and I'm underground yeah, uh
Smoking like I signed for
50 million still underground
And who we are, flow away above all, see
If I didn't rap I still look
Like a star, just admit, you know
You can spot me from afar
No big diamond chain that was so old for
Just a mention going up
It's nothing that I fire
Put the ladies sleeping over
Slumber parties every night
Get your flights from … sending me all over
Bring me to the club
Cause all the bitches like
What other rapper you know
Can call from Dakota
Anger and call from a favor
And Brooklyn and Queens cause they
Got I'm a king
Avoiding tattoos, take the music
My kicks so is fresh no scuffs from
The ground, this nigga's too fly
Can't get scuffs from the clouds
This ain't even my city but
Shit might as well
That's why me and spitta sold out ATL
Jet setter, I've been iller
Causing vendettas with all of
You Ben Stillers
These little fuckers hate my endeavors
Time for men sweaters under chinchillas
Trend setter
Kick killer my feet wear caskets
Fresh to death and rare
Glasses, the bomb bottles
Rose petals and Ford models
Who all follow my Twitter
And still sword swallow
DM me, got him in the frenzy
It's all about the benjies
I'm feeling like the kembe
Block haters stop player I'm so clean
My pockets love the earth baby they go green
Sitting back in that cold thing
Wanna rock the mic but she don't sing
Messing with the flow king, kiss the
Gold ring, pucker up buttercup
Or knuckle up to these
Punch lines that uppercut
Chillin in my teepee, no indian but he be
The realest shit I must admit
I'm baskin in my feces my style is harder
Yours is watered down they call it fiji
The bible or my CD
Both of them were said to be the
Formula to live your life
Or coping with the ills no time to play kid
I think you needs to chill
House party with killers
Pray for Italy villas
Where accents think it's Buffy and
Chandeliers hang from ceilings
I'm dreaming, I'm scheming to be major
Compose art like a Mozart
The sequel to Amadeus, today is
The day I see the sun, ignoring all the rain
The fat lady has sung
Octaves as high as planes
Paper bout the forest tree, acres of that THC
I don't smoke but homies do
Find the cloud and have a seat
And I wonder how live to see 80
I just wanna see Mercedes give
Me head in Mercedes
But that don't mean nothing
Niggas still climbing
Bitches popping bottles and they
Sipping pink diamonds
I took a break from the game
And I seen these niggas clowning
The blogs wouldn't be the same if
You took Spitta out it props to the ones who
Instrumentally getting me popping
Balling without first learning
The fundamentals, forget about it
Tryna 360 up the middle
You ain't even learn to dribble
Twiddling my thumbs smoking lime
Watching hamster ass rappers running wheels
Going nowhere with their rhymes
Stuck, Glenn Robinson big dog bus, socks
Up, top down, killing squares, riding around
Coolest nigga in yo city
Even when I'm not in town
Smoking like I signed for 50
Million and I'm underground yeah, uh
Smoking like I signed for
50 million still underground
And who we are, flow away above all, see
If I didn't rap I still look
Like a star, just admit, you know
You can spot me from afar
No big diamond chain that was so old for
Just a mention going up
It's nothing that I fire
Put the ladies sleeping over
Slumber parties every night
Get your flights from … sending me all over
Bring me to the club
Cause all the bitches like
What other rapper you know
Can call from Dakota
Anger and call from a favor
And Brooklyn and Queens cause they
Got I'm a king
Avoiding tattoos, take the music
My kicks so is fresh no scuffs from
The ground, this nigga's too fly
Can't get scuffs from the clouds
This ain't even my city but
Shit might as well
That's why me and spitta sold out ATL
Jet setter, I've been iller
Causing vendettas with all of
You Ben Stillers
These little fuckers hate my endeavors
Time for men sweaters under chinchillas
Trend setter
Kick killer my feet wear caskets
Fresh to death and rare
Glasses, the bomb bottles
Rose petals and Ford models
Who all follow my Twitter
And still sword swallow
DM me, got him in the frenzy
It's all about the benjies
I'm feeling like the kembe
Block haters stop player I'm so clean
My pockets love the earth baby they go green
Sitting back in that cold thing
Wanna rock the mic but she don't sing
Messing with the flow king, kiss the
Gold ring, pucker up buttercup
Or knuckle up to these
Punch lines that uppercut
Chillin in my teepee, no indian but he be
The realest shit I must admit
I'm baskin in my feces my style is harder
Yours is watered down they call it fiji
The bible or my CD
Both of them were said to be the
Formula to live your life
Or coping with the ills no time to play kid
I think you needs to chill
House party with killers
Pray for Italy villas
Where accents think it's Buffy and
Chandeliers hang from ceilings
I'm dreaming, I'm scheming to be major
Compose art like a Mozart
The sequel to Amadeus, today is
The day I see the sun, ignoring all the rain
The fat lady has sung
Octaves as high as planes
Paper bout the forest tree, acres of that THC
I don't smoke but homies do
Find the cloud and have a seat
And I wonder how live to see 80
I just wanna see Mercedes give
Me head in Mercedes