MellowHype - Beat lyrics
[MellowHype - Beat lyrics]
You gotta be present for
The moment of momentum
Kill a coward with my lyric
The murder is cobra venom
I'm hurdling further engines
Running through an entrance
Such a resemblance in the mirror
I see a blemish
The chemist, I am with dentist, six senses
As of now, life is tennis at Venice
Such a breeze I can feel it
Rolling up my sleeves
Put a little hash in it
Exceeding cash limit's
If you got it ain't a bad image
I play the ball mothafucka
Not half a scrimmage
Your gimmicks just mimic cause you
Do not have an image
I'm sixty seconds past the minute
Cabbage lettuce, cash is fetish and
Me? I'm grabbing spinach, yeah
Heard about a nigga rapping? yeah
That's just one of my bitches
I'm selling weed here trapping
That's just one of my bitches
Clientele paying taxes
That's how I'm running my business
Stay the fuck off of my mattress
They sleeping on us niggas
Got my own flow
Spend my own dough, drive my own car
Fucking grown hoes
Thirty-four old, birdie plural
At my door no cheese DiGiorno
Vulnerable, shoot a porno, losing wardrobe
Your body full clothes
When the doors closed, the mask of zoro
Has to more though a comedy
I'm sick I'll probably suffocate from
All of them vomiting
Fuck commenting, I'm committing, taking off
Rocketing while I'm profit
Pocketing, hommaging, sock 'em bop 'em, king
Not fosters out the ring
Boom bada bing, I gotta sing
You should fucking honor me
All these collard greens, dollar greens
Presidents holla scream, prophecies
Roll up and watch the leaves, germinate
Regurgitate
First you like it then you love it
Third is hate
The moment of momentum
Kill a coward with my lyric
The murder is cobra venom
I'm hurdling further engines
Running through an entrance
Such a resemblance in the mirror
I see a blemish
The chemist, I am with dentist, six senses
As of now, life is tennis at Venice
Such a breeze I can feel it
Rolling up my sleeves
Put a little hash in it
Exceeding cash limit's
If you got it ain't a bad image
I play the ball mothafucka
Not half a scrimmage
Your gimmicks just mimic cause you
Do not have an image
I'm sixty seconds past the minute
Cabbage lettuce, cash is fetish and
Me? I'm grabbing spinach, yeah
Heard about a nigga rapping? yeah
That's just one of my bitches
I'm selling weed here trapping
That's just one of my bitches
Clientele paying taxes
That's how I'm running my business
Stay the fuck off of my mattress
They sleeping on us niggas
Got my own flow
Spend my own dough, drive my own car
Fucking grown hoes
Thirty-four old, birdie plural
At my door no cheese DiGiorno
Vulnerable, shoot a porno, losing wardrobe
Your body full clothes
When the doors closed, the mask of zoro
Has to more though a comedy
I'm sick I'll probably suffocate from
All of them vomiting
Fuck commenting, I'm committing, taking off
Rocketing while I'm profit
Pocketing, hommaging, sock 'em bop 'em, king
Not fosters out the ring
Boom bada bing, I gotta sing
You should fucking honor me
All these collard greens, dollar greens
Presidents holla scream, prophecies
Roll up and watch the leaves, germinate
Regurgitate
First you like it then you love it
Third is hate