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token, idk, & bas - and you lyrics
[intro: token]
yeah, yeah
[verse 1: token]
(yuh) young -ss kid with great -ss credit (what?)
even my dj said it, tour turned me to a insane menace
ocean view, we ain’t jealous
life is a beach, that beach ain’t venice
pull up with a racket like wii play tennis
my b-tch look like elaine benes (yuh, yuh)
dirty mouth, i don’t groom
wife the b-tch, nah i don’t groom
foreign b-tch, heidi klum
scoop the b-tch, i’m the spoon
b-tch the witch, i’m the broom
dead the b-tch, i’m the tomb
good afternoon, how ya doin’?
oh, i’m okay man, i can’t complain
it ain’t my sh-t if it don’t bang
look, my forehead got the “v” vein
that “v” stand for “very deranged”
i get a zombie, but ya need brain
i get her kidneys where my kids hang
i get a big dream and a big name
i get your b-tch key on my key chain
[pre-chorus: token]
ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy)
hop in the game and break the fence, mayday (mayday)
i’m in this game to make some ends, pay-pay (pay-pay)
i’m in this game to make some friends, hey-hey (j-k)
[chorus: token]
i’ma k!ll you and you and you (fu-)
you and you and you and you and you (yeah)
you too, you, and you, and you, and you, and you (chyuh, chyuh, chyuh, chyuh)
who?
[verse 2: idk]
who? (him)
shot, shot (ah!)
duck, duck (down)
make a n-gga run like goose (uh)
pull up in the backstreet, pull out that heat
scream “ricky!” boyz n the hood
red beam and i speed off
balancin’ the rap and trap, i’m so see-saw
give a n-gga asthma attack, he can’t breathe, y’all
you don’t really understand, you need esol
with feet off, i still run the rap game for the new n-ggas
my career feel like the new jigga
your career feel like the new tigga
can anybody tell me who bigger? who figure?
i don’t really f-ck with industry friends
if you really know what’s up, most n-ggas pretend
everybody want beef, everybody’s reachin’
when you ready for the smoke, everybody’s epen
everybody’s sleepin’ on the kingpin
make a n-gga really seep in when i creep in
booked every f-ckin’ weekend ’til the week ends
you keep tryna pretend you don’t see him
’til i blow up, isis, middle-eastern, boom!
[pre-chorus: token]
hop in the game and break the fence, mayday (mayday)
i’m in this game to make some ends, pay-pay (pay-pay)
i’m in this game to make some friends, hey-hey (j-k)
[chorus: token]
i’ma k!ll you and you and you (fu-)
you and you and you and you and you (chyeah)
you too, you, and you, and you, and you, and you (chyuh, chyuh, chyuh, chyuh)
[verse 3: bas & token]
not what i want, but i feel like i planned it
i am the iceberg in the t-tanic
bas sink ships, b-tch, better than this do
you and you and you and (you)
no rap crew, let’s keep it organic
no fast food, b-tch, keep it organic
come on my tour bus, see an -ssortment
fruits and host a k!lla, too
you and you, hers and his
told my b-tch i don’t chase no b-tch
yeah, f-ck i chase a b-tch for?
now i ain’t got the patience
sh-t, countin’ got my wrist sore
been flippin’ through big faces
them benjamins, they packed in
they claustrophobic (get ’em)
b-ssy dope and token hold consignment
comin’ off a corner like a blown -ssignment
blowin’ chronic, b-tch i saw you shinin’
settin’ fires with the phony diamonds
made me laugh ’til i hold my side
your jeweler drive a uber on the side
you n-ggas sus, you won’t come outside
with some of mine, ny, let’s get it
[pre-chorus: token]
ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy)
hop in the game and break the fence, mayday (mayday)
i’m in this game to make some ends, pay-pay (pay-pay)
i’m in this game to make some friends, hey-hey (j-k)
[chorus: token]
i’ma k!ll you and you and you (fu-)
you and you and you and you and you (chyeah)
you too, you, and you, and you, and you, and you (chyuh, chyuh, chyuh, chyuh)
[verse 4: token]
ayy, tell my fans i’m a g*nius (g*nius)
tell my girl that i’m leaving (goodbye)
my b-tch ask me for the truth, i told her the truth is i got secrets
comin’ home, my cologne smell like money and hoes
oh no, my mama no believe it
hotel room got too much sp-ce, i could fit all my demons
all my demons, all my habits, all my homies
how y’all feeling?
feelin’ in charge, get in my car
my b-tch -ss got a michelin star
i don’t sleep, i don’t set alarms
when i speak, it’s a seminar
if i said the bar, then i set the bar
i could buy your self-worth with my debit card, god d-mn
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