BiMMER
I'm beyond great, got that True Grit like I'm John Wayne
Hot flames; every time I spit, shit get flambéed
Raised on a planet full of apes that do not bathe
You don't wanna see me spin the block, go Harambe
People like leaves in the fall, man, they all change
Switchin' teams just to ball like LeBron James
You ain't foolin' anyone at all, that's a bronze chain
If your wrist watch tick tock, then your watch fake
My girl ain't a snack, she a mothafuckin' entree
Might put her in some sapphires, no Bombay
Your entire staff liars and your squad lame
Bunch of wack biters, vampires, but ain't got fangs
Pull up in the Bimmer
Swoosh on my sneakers
And you know I got that heater
Nine millimeter (Luger!)
We gon' take 'em to the cleaners
Bake 'em like some pita
All these snakes gettin' ethered
Bet I make 'em a believer
Pull up in the Bimmer
Swoosh on my sneakers
And you know I got that heater
Nine millimeter
We gon' take 'em to the cleaners
Bake 'em like some pita
All these snakes gettin' ethered
Bet I make 'em a believer
Pull up in that 440 Gran Coupe
With my bae, escort shorty out to Saint Tropez
Stackin' cake, 'cause I love how the batter taste
Put my face in it as soon as they land the plane
Got that swoosh on my sneakers; four door coupe, it's a Bimmer
Photo booth, she a keeper; blow the roof off arenas
I'm a Wizard when I shoot, '05 Gilbert Arenas
We fry and sizzle the beef, this diet isn't for vegans
Suited and we booted up; 'bout to rob the Loomis truck
Stupid fuck, how you do the most but don't do enough?
Damon Wayans, I'm a major pain like the movie, huh?
Take a break, we 'bout to change the game 'cause the music sucks
Pull up in the Bimmer
Swoosh on my sneakers
And you know I got that heater
Nine millimeter (Luger!)
We gon' take 'em to the cleaners
Bake 'em like some pita
All these snakes gettin' ethered
Bet I make 'em a believer
Pull up in the Bimmer
Swoosh on my sneakers
And you know I got that heater
Nine millimeter
We gon' take 'em to the cleaners
Bake 'em like some pita
All these snakes gettin' ethered
Bet I make 'em a believer
Hot flames; every time I spit, shit get flambéed
Raised on a planet full of apes that do not bathe
You don't wanna see me spin the block, go Harambe
People like leaves in the fall, man, they all change
Switchin' teams just to ball like LeBron James
You ain't foolin' anyone at all, that's a bronze chain
If your wrist watch tick tock, then your watch fake
My girl ain't a snack, she a mothafuckin' entree
Might put her in some sapphires, no Bombay
Your entire staff liars and your squad lame
Bunch of wack biters, vampires, but ain't got fangs
Pull up in the Bimmer
Swoosh on my sneakers
And you know I got that heater
Nine millimeter (Luger!)
We gon' take 'em to the cleaners
Bake 'em like some pita
All these snakes gettin' ethered
Bet I make 'em a believer
Pull up in the Bimmer
Swoosh on my sneakers
And you know I got that heater
Nine millimeter
We gon' take 'em to the cleaners
Bake 'em like some pita
All these snakes gettin' ethered
Bet I make 'em a believer
Pull up in that 440 Gran Coupe
With my bae, escort shorty out to Saint Tropez
Stackin' cake, 'cause I love how the batter taste
Put my face in it as soon as they land the plane
Got that swoosh on my sneakers; four door coupe, it's a Bimmer
Photo booth, she a keeper; blow the roof off arenas
I'm a Wizard when I shoot, '05 Gilbert Arenas
We fry and sizzle the beef, this diet isn't for vegans
Suited and we booted up; 'bout to rob the Loomis truck
Stupid fuck, how you do the most but don't do enough?
Damon Wayans, I'm a major pain like the movie, huh?
Take a break, we 'bout to change the game 'cause the music sucks
Pull up in the Bimmer
Swoosh on my sneakers
And you know I got that heater
Nine millimeter (Luger!)
We gon' take 'em to the cleaners
Bake 'em like some pita
All these snakes gettin' ethered
Bet I make 'em a believer
Pull up in the Bimmer
Swoosh on my sneakers
And you know I got that heater
Nine millimeter
We gon' take 'em to the cleaners
Bake 'em like some pita
All these snakes gettin' ethered
Bet I make 'em a believer
Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Owen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.