Lyrics

You can fight a bitch but you late yea (yea-yea-yea)
Bitch is on the top with the paper (yea-yea-yea)
I don't need no no player (yea-yea-yea)
I don't care what you say yea (yea-yea-yea)
Smokin' my show with the fume yea (yea-yea-yea)
So much shit they want assume yea (yea-yea-yea)
Always in my head they wanna zoom yea (yea-yea-yea)
In my zone wanna find the room yea (yea-yea-yea)
I don't talk I don't deal with traitor (oh)
Glazing cake with the ice call me baker
It ain't no race who is faker (oh)
But the game winning on the hater (oh)
Rising to the top elevator (yea-yea-yea)
Always stayed silent like the creator (yea-yea-yea)
Being humble was the big way yeah (yea-yea-yea)
Barking loud puts you in grave yea (yea-yea-yea)
Doubting on my shit what you "j" yeah?
Hide or seek fuck I'm a chaser (oh)
Put the ice on watch different flavor
Legs on the desk like I'm a mayor
Buy the board call yourself a skater (yea-yea-yea)
True ones knows the neighborhood yea (yea-yea-yea)
Why you so yea you a poser (yea-yea-yea)
I don't deal with the joker (yea-yea-yea)
I try to live with life in the synchro
I guess there's no pass for my gringo
I'll smoke you out like you're an indo
In my car right out the window
Written by: Ace Svoboda
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