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15 Styles Of Rapping! (2020) Lyrics - Artist : Quadeca
[Lil Uzi Vert:]
I mix my highs with my lows They can't handle my flows Your bitch say I'm incredible Yeah I'm her number 1, I got her kitty She looking so pretty, I gave her my tentacle Got two Bugattis, drive them 'round the city Can't tell them apart, why I make 'em identical? They know Lil Uzi playin' with their hearts If my name on the charts, they all say that's a spectacle, woah And I know your bitch is flexible Legs around me like Mrs. Incredible I'mma die for my bitch, she gon' ride for the dick Lemme see how you fit in my schedule Baby Pluto, I'm so unprofessional Check my bank account, I got these zeros, all commas I ain't got no room for no decimals [6ix9ine:] [*cricket noises*] [British Drake:] When I'm with the mandem, shit could get peak, better watch out the window Everything man do, we raising the bar, got these yutes playing limbo Got more chune for a wasteman, I been what's poppin like Jimbo Pengtings in the limo Packs of the loud, pagans tryna tip toe I'm with my mates drinking tea with milk, but I added in the honey Got more dollars than pounds but your ting weighs more than my money [NF:] I complain, what's inside my brain is a knife that'll slice the vein that decides if I live my life in pain What a price to pay for the ice and chains But it's lies and shame That's what I've been feeling I don't want to talk to you, I gotta take time for the healing And I want you to be quiet! You're the only one that's speaking And I feel like we're competing for myself but I'm defeated I'm depleted like- Why don't we take some time? Oh you wanna stay? That's fine! I don't have an option that can make you go away this time Okay, I'll just let you win You never knocked, I still let you in Now I can't get you out and you're gettin' loud Do you know where the hell I've been? Just figure it out! Figure it out! Quiet, quiet! Pulling the trigger right now! Gotta figure this out! [Religious Kanye:] Jesus is there for you Jesus is there J-J-Jesus! I owe all this greatness to the Lord Thank him for all the statements I record Every city, every stage that I perform I remember all the days that I ignored Felt like I was trapped up in the maze, he found the door Yeezy, Yeezy sold out they be patient at the store, ha I can feel the devil tryna invade Can't get a piece off my name, but they still gon' say it in vein, ha! [Roddy Ricch:] You know I can't leave you there All of these snakes what I see now I been ballin', I got drops with the top I can't trust you with the keys now Shorty bad, give her what she never had I'mma fly her overseas now Presidential nominee now I've been staying hungry 'cause I'm always on their feed now Wait for me Falling in love with the money Bitch I got class, no study And she got ass, snow bunny Get that boy a tissue, nose runny Back in the field, don't miss you go bloody White father, I'mma tell you listen go buddy Pockets really hitting, they be gettin' so chubby [BROCKHAMPTON:] Wait for me, you wanna go for it Step in the whip, I stop then I floor it I got the bag, I look like I travel If they judging me, they getting knocked out with the gavel With the gavel, uh Yeah I'm a time traveler Killin' time zones, blame me for the massacre I got so many red flags, I'm an ambassador They talkin' shit? Then it's a date, get me a calendar Cash in my schedule, that's the way it is now I'm isolating, like please get off of my **** now All these friends gon' run away They call, I don't know what to say They tell me we should link, I'm like okay Maybe another day [645AR:] [*inaudible high pitched voice*] [Pop Smoke:] I got a lot and more I might just cop the store If you say 'pop' and forget the smoke, you gettin' popped for sure If they want beef, I got the green, bitch I'm an omnivore I got the- Woo! Models, they on the floor Wait for the- I got the drip Foreigns and whips Make it storm with the clips I'm in your hood, I got bodies 'round me, I ain't tourin', no shit You got the red dot on your head and we ain't even recordin' that shit [Jack Harlow:] Shorty wan' settle the scores I ain't no regular force I'm the way to get to the source I got an obsession of sorts That bitch don't wanna let go I won't say it back, this ain't a echo Give an SOS to your SO Out in Paris sippin' my Prosecco Everything mind-numbing I've been tryna find something Been a long time coming I been at the front, they been line cuttin' Bitch I don't divide, I've been balling in my prime numbers Yeah it's really feeling like my Summer Yeah I'm really feeling all of my hunger Yeah it's really feeling like the time coming Everybody wantin' me to sign something [Venting Drake:] I went to the grocery store and made eye contact with the cashier I swear she been working here since last year Sometime I think I'll approach her just for her name Getting all this cash, maybe she can handle all the change I feel alone in my 57 private jets My life is anything but private yet And I'm upset that I've become too legendary It's getting scary How quick from October to February, uh [Dancehall Drake:] You look good how you moving She know exactly how she should do it Put the top down we cruisin' I'm with my cougar bitch named Susan You look like my cougar bitch named Susan We could really go on for a long while We could hold it strong for a long mile I don't want to reconcile with you Keep on sayin' never mind to you No, no-no, no, no, no-no, no, no, no-no [Eminem:] They so toxic And their hair look like rainbow vomit And they know when they post the same clothes The game goes insane so, stop it But I'm back to fight To me it's black and white, but I ain't no Logic Kill a rapper with the slip of a tongue, lift of a lung How do I remain so cautious? I don't know it's time to go to Idaho And find a hoe to ride it slow and tie me to a pole I'm really vibin', that's my kind of show I didn't read her titties but I signed them though I leave a rapper up in ashes looking like a miner though Your songs are really happy, they the ones that all the minors know I'm gettin' to the top then I'mma hit 'em with the adios I made a couple milli and I did it with the audio I got it all like bitch I really did it so I gotta go [New Earl Sweatshirt:] Retrace my fuckin' steps, I think I need some time My seat recline, reaching on my knees to seek divine And realize my mind got an all-seeing eyepatch on my forehead More bread, more than what you got on your end But more importantly, I feel remorse to the fourth degree And it course through me When it rains it pours Spongebob, I'm as absorbent as he But he don't feel the same torment as me And if If we were to share a pizza, you wouldn't get the same proportion as me Proportionately [Quadeca:] [*cricket noises*] |
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