Testo BeatBox - Mak11
Testo della canzone BeatBox (Mak11), tratta dall'album BeatBox
Don't know why they starting beef
They so damn soft
They can't go hard as me
Catch these hands dawg
I ain't got the time
Boy you better stop
You know you don't want no problems
Gang gon show you animosity
I ain't on no Tik-Tok
The way we ride, no pit stops
Quit your shit talk
Hating cuz your clique lost
This smoke gon give em heartburn
We cut his oxygen, he scarred
Stack my cash tall
Rapping, I don't beatbox
From Newfoundland
I'm really way out in the east now
I do my dance like I be Diddy
When I see the crowd
Biggest in the city
I don't know who you is
Bet I done been the hardest
Bitch, how you gon flex
Bro I'm the plug
Riding round with four zips
I be always smoking
Money all up on me
When I'm fucking her she sore
My lit bitch super soaked
I gotta move on em
How else I'm gon keep the score
Might crack your cantaloupe
Quit with the fronting just leave it 'lone
I do it how I'm supposed
You know your script gon fold
Boy you can dream on
With them shit same flows
They hating on my dawgs
But they waiting on my songs
Ain't tryna go in alone
My team be with me we in our zone
Tonight we getting stoned
This bud done got us gone
We winning this, you ain't have a chance
When we get our shit on
No way y'all be thinking larger
I'm the one to get the furthest
Don't know why they starting beef
They so damn soft
They can't go hard as me
Catch these hands dawg
I ain't got the time
Boy you better stop
You know you don't want no problems
Gang gon show you animosity
I ain't on no Tik-Tok
The way we ride, no pit stops
Quit your shit talk
Hating cuz your clique lost
This smoke gon give em heartburn
We cut his oxygen, he scarred
Stack my cash tall
Rapping, I don't beatbox
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Writer(s): Andrew Mcdonald
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