Carl Armada & mr.eyezlow - SLY COOPER Lyrics

Damn, damn, damn, damn
Dipped in butter
I'm a stunner
Stone cold Steve Austin
Smack you with the thunder
My pronouns I'm him don't stutter
Tryna find someone like me there's none other
Track runner like Bolt when I'm rapping at em all
Ain't no tapping out when it come to the game I got involved
Yeah I'm an animal
Talking like a lion or
Grizzly on my grizzy bass louder than a lions roar
Know that I'm the one and I don't even need a damn award
I been on ten while the rest been on level four
Best kept secret this some shit that you ain't heard before
Get the green herbivore
Cutting clean like a sword
Have em geeked all day like some adderall
Asshole or a nice guy just depend on yall
Too clean and I'm too nice like my brother gone
All about peace they shouldnt see me when it come to war
I said who the fucc are you
You are not me
You are not him
You are not I
Hit the bird drop down bitch I am fly
And if you look at my I.D it says I'm that guy
Mr.Alpha
Mr.Eyezlow
He a mother fuccer
Yeah, yeah I'm the one like the sun of a gun
Riding round in the sun gotta pacc him a gun
Mr. I am him, you are not
At home in the kitchen high off the top
Stash the money in the dirt let that mother fuccer rot
Go break the brinks trucks
Fucc no I don't want to link up
I'm getting litty with a virgo she a diva
Put that on some bitch I put that on citas
Who that in the whip yeah that's us when we creep up
All about the checks so I put up my adidas
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