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If ya wanna lick we can let shit pop
From the bottom but bitch know I'm tip top
In ya sector from the mecca of hip hop
If ya talkin slick clean ya clock go tick tock
If ya wanna lick we can let shit pop
From the bottom but bitch know I'm tip top
Little bump up ya nose not chick pox
F*ck a major key turn that shit know I pick locks
Wait
They aint ready
Hold it steady flow is heavy spit break the levy
Smiling bet you think the chrome grille off a Chevy
The skills deadly wait till ya see me on the tele
Decked out head to toe in Brunello Cucinelli
So tell me yellow belly keep it Raw like Eddie
Bear wit me an hold me tight like ya do ya teddy
Check my hand like Freddy turn'd tendons to confetti
My tendency with anger is
That it sings my melody
Ever since pops caught a felony
I bet I fell off his knee
Hit my head upon lemon tree
Been sour every minute every hour
If I may Matt you have the power
Says the shrink I pay every hour
Every other day tryin to mold me outta clay
But I'm not a saint
F*ck ya accolades
Say ya call a spade a spade
If ya wanna lick we can let shit pop
From the bottom but bitch know I'm tip top
In ya sector from the mecca of hip hop
If ya talkin slick clean ya clock go tick tock
If ya wanna lick we can let shit pop
From the bottom but bitch know I'm tip top
Little bump up ya nose not chick pox
F*ck a major key turn that shit know I pick locks
Where ya headed
To the top
Might go viral watch how I sick jocks
Beat them to death wit one of Flava Flavs six clocks
Know the bottom well where I used to kick rocks
Stones break bones
Clean blood up wit stick mops
Ridin solo in the Benz coupe tossed roof
Careful wit da kicks Jordan six still cross you
You could walk a mile in my shoes still sauce you
Pick ya poison any choice ya makes gonna cost you
Lookin like ya lost dude
Shit its past ya curfew
Only boss move is to keep ya word true
An patience is a virtue as silence taunts you
So speak ya truth or it'll come back to haunt you
If ya wanna lick we can let shit pop
From the bottom but bitch know I'm tip top
In ya sector from the mecca of hip hop
If ya talkin slick clean ya clock go tick tock
If ya wanna lick we can let shit pop
From the bottom but bitch know I'm tip top
Little bump up ya nose not chick pox
F*ck a major key turn that shit know I pick locks
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Rewind
Rewind
Rewind, rewind
Rewind
Bring it back
Rewind
Rewind
Rewind, rewind
Rewind
Bring it back
Unwind
Unwind
Unwind, unwind
Unwind
Just relax
Unwind
Unwind
Unwind, unwind
Unwind
Just relax
If ya wanna lick we can let shit pop
From the bottom but bitch know I'm tip top
In ya sector from the mecca of hip hop
If ya talkin slick clean ya clock go tick tock
If ya wanna lick we can let shit pop
From the bottom but bitch know I'm tip top
Little bump up ya nose not chick pox
F*ck a major key turn that shit know I pick locks
Wait
They aint ready
Hold it steady flow is heavy spit break the levy
Smiling bet you think the chrome grille off a Chevy
The skills deadly wait till ya see me on the tele
Decked out head to toe in Brunello Cucinelli
So tell me yellow belly keep it Raw like Eddie
Bear wit me an hold me tight like ya do ya teddy
Check my hand like Freddy turn'd tendons to confetti
My tendency with anger is
That it sings my melody
Ever since pops caught a felony
I bet I fell off his knee
Hit my head upon lemon tree
Been sour every minute every hour
If I may Matt you have the power
Says the shrink I pay every hour
Every other day tryin to mold me outta clay
But I'm not a saint
F*ck ya accolades
Say ya call a spade a spade
If ya wanna lick we can let shit pop
From the bottom but bitch know I'm tip top
In ya sector from the mecca of hip hop
If ya talkin slick clean ya clock go tick tock
If ya wanna lick we can let shit pop
From the bottom but bitch know I'm tip top
Little bump up ya nose not chick pox
F*ck a major key turn that shit know I pick locks
Where ya headed
To the top
Might go viral watch how I sick jocks
Beat them to death wit one of Flava Flavs six clocks
Know the bottom well where I used to kick rocks
Stones break bones
Clean blood up wit stick mops
Ridin solo in the Benz coupe tossed roof
Careful wit da kicks Jordan six still cross you
You could walk a mile in my shoes still sauce you
Pick ya poison any choice ya makes gonna cost you
Lookin like ya lost dude
Shit its past ya curfew
Only boss move is to keep ya word true
An patience is a virtue as silence taunts you
So speak ya truth or it'll come back to haunt you
If ya wanna lick we can let shit pop
From the bottom but bitch know I'm tip top
In ya sector from the mecca of hip hop
If ya talkin slick clean ya clock go tick tock
If ya wanna lick we can let shit pop
From the bottom but bitch know I'm tip top
Little bump up ya nose not chick pox
F*ck a major key turn that shit know I pick locks
Rewind
Rewind, rewind
Rewind
Bring it back
Rewind
Rewind
Rewind, rewind
Rewind
Bring it back
Unwind
Unwind
Unwind, unwind
Unwind
Just relax
Unwind
Unwind
Unwind, unwind
Unwind
Just relax
If ya wanna lick we can let shit pop
From the bottom but bitch know I'm tip top
In ya sector from the mecca of hip hop
If ya talkin slick clean ya clock go tick tock
If ya wanna lick we can let shit pop
From the bottom but bitch know I'm tip top
Little bump up ya nose not chick pox
F*ck a major key turn that shit know I pick locks
Wait
They aint ready
Hold it steady flow is heavy spit break the levy
Smiling bet you think the chrome grille off a Chevy
The skills deadly wait till ya see me on the tele
Decked out head to toe in Brunello Cucinelli
So tell me yellow belly keep it Raw like Eddie
Bear wit me an hold me tight like ya do ya teddy
Check my hand like Freddy turn'd tendons to confetti
My tendency with anger is
That it sings my melody
Ever since pops caught a felony
I bet I fell off his knee
Hit my head upon lemon tree
Been sour every minute every hour
If I may Matt you have the power
Says the shrink I pay every hour
Every other day tryin to mold me outta clay
But I'm not a saint
F*ck ya accolades
Say ya call a spade a spade
If ya wanna lick we can let shit pop
From the bottom but bitch know I'm tip top
In ya sector from the mecca of hip hop
If ya talkin slick clean ya clock go tick tock
If ya wanna lick we can let shit pop
From the bottom but bitch know I'm tip top
Little bump up ya nose not chick pox
F*ck a major key turn that shit know I pick locks
Where ya headed
To the top
Might go viral watch how I sick jocks
Beat them to death wit one of Flava Flavs six clocks
Know the bottom well where I used to kick rocks
Stones break bones
Clean blood up wit stick mops
Ridin solo in the Benz coupe tossed roof
Careful wit da kicks Jordan six still cross you
You could walk a mile in my shoes still sauce you
Pick ya poison any choice ya makes gonna cost you
Lookin like ya lost dude
Shit its past ya curfew
Only boss move is to keep ya word true
An patience is a virtue as silence taunts you
So speak ya truth or it'll come back to haunt you
If ya wanna lick we can let shit pop
From the bottom but bitch know I'm tip top
In ya sector from the mecca of hip hop
If ya talkin slick clean ya clock go tick tock
If ya wanna lick we can let shit pop
From the bottom but bitch know I'm tip top
Little bump up ya nose not chick pox
F*ck a major key turn that shit know I pick locks
Writer: Matt Sayers
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid