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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cole Myer
Cole Myer
Rap
Todd Roberts
Todd Roberts
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cole Myer
Cole Myer
Songwriter
Todd Roberts
Todd Roberts
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SpaceKeyz Ro
SpaceKeyz Ro
Producer

Lyrics

Thank you Ro, that is so sweet I smear the chicken every damn day like raising canes I don't reach the floor, it's the ceiling when I raise the game I flee the country with the cartel, I had to change my name I pulled out the deck of cards and bet I'll pull out Ace of Spades I'm the GOAT on the board, check the accolades This like Donda, yeah, I gotta wear a mask a day Hold on Shottz, check the door, I think the package came But 12 busted me for it at the baggage claim I ain't OV-Hoe, I ain't Drake, I'm a different artist Put me in the prison with Rio, I come out the hardest Pablo Escobar, I'm stepping out and I'm the biggest target This like Thanksgiving, eating good, we had the richest harvest Mop took a break from rap because he is a pipe layer Aye barber, I need a fucking fro with a nice taper I drop my pants in front of her eyes, that's an ice breaker My neck feeling too damn heavy cause it's an ice maker I'm going bald so I might have to shave my head like Heisenberg I'm floating on a raft and catching fish like I'm an islander I only speak the truth but she keep asking if I lie to her At every show I grab the pen and I sign the shirts She's doing donuts on my dong, yeah these whores berserk I announce the whole game like I'm Doris Burke I'ma finish at the top but I got more to learn I'ma shoot it to the top and then the mortar burn I smear the chicken every damn day like raising canes I don't reach the floor, it's the ceiling when I raise the game I flee the country with the cartel, I had to change my name I pulled out the deck of cards and bet I'll pull out Ace of Spades You can check my status, little bitch, but just know I've been ghost That's the reason I don't got a bitch, cause they be doing the most They put they glasses in the air and let me make a toast I sat my ass down on the snare, bitch, time to boast You said you're a bigger artist than me, you're just fat Fuck bars on this shit, let's go treadmill lap for lap I could pull up on you baby, but I'm leaving if you wack She said go deeper in me baby, I said what you want, the sack? And then I gave it to her, teach her all these lessons like my name is Cole Myer the tutor Mike Tyson in this shit, but all I do is go beat up the cooter MCU I'm Dr. Doom, DC Lex Luthor Huh, yeah, I'ma make it punt She said she like toxic men, I think she just a cunt It's a challenge for me, but I like it, makes it fun She said XOXO, I hate you a bunch You bought streams, but you still ain't getting no recognition She gon' suck straight for an hour, no resignation I look at her, good girl, good determination The go-to lines usually, hey, what's shakin', bacon? Yeah, that's why they run away with fear in they eyes I took the guy, straight to Dubai, we havin' a fun time That was a lie, I'm eatin' fries, I'm at Winchester in Five Guys It could be worse, I could be at home eatin' balsamic rice I'ma buy the world one day, I said fuck the price Red carpet down on my feet, better lay it right I'm on top of the world with this shit, no J.J. Ice I got my trophies in the dark, creepin' late at night
Writer(s): Cole Myer, Todd Roberts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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