True Master - Batman And Robin Lyrics
Yeah!Lil shawty movementYou know you ain’t supposed to be over here man, for realDon’t make us come and get you manWhat up man!Tell your brother manMy nigga better come around manBe good man, we ain’t sweating that little bit of moneyFloody the lobby with the big niggas playing my squareTone caps homie ***** he to pickle,I’m melted up with gas jeans, champions sweat hood onPhiladelphia had too many good blinks,To ask in his dynamite rayDouble piping with the risk light in whiteI shit on the hood links,All we hold is put equal in ..Diesel we this timeAnd this time, I’ma shit rhyme and for kilos oh,Who dare one text us, I flip the ex like Jamaicans,Can’t one stare, we shot your peoplesI’m always balled up, nigga you want me both streetI’m under the belt and all of me OceanBugged out, bugs bunny money niggasPlus my hands is life is that .. as I shoot up some dummiesThere niggas is gonna be hell up and happy when we’ll find youPlus we chopped off the mother hand.And packs it up and then melt it to your brother houseWe want that cope nigga, every last f*ck it outYou f*ck it with the wrong team I blow me leave your soldiersGot more than just stunts I pack he and my crime holders,Louis Vuitton wallet keep an ax in the gummy soul,Chain so big nigga it look like dummy goYou funny though, f*ck em with the savage my niggasThat will kill, will they come to six O’s in the figureGun clappin happy ready to bust their triggersYou used the corner, tryin to find you slumped in the riverWith the Cuban link purple ..stuck in your face,I’m a ghost chocked out no prince to trace,No easily case got a secret identityDon’t lose change in the game son,Pick the documentaryI know you motherf*ckers like the back of my handF*ck around the big toner get stumped by the clan *****sIt’s rhymer.
