Yo
Yo
Yo
Y’know I’m a word juggler
Toast cookin’, rockin’ buckets and tube socks
Soul foota
Step healin’ to some lil brother
Back breakin’
Workin’ work him turn 10 colours
Why you nose buggin’? Gold mindin’ people business
No buzzer, took a shot before Christmas
Like witch, broomin’ at the back of ya nog’
Your whole damn crew stupid, bunch of hammers and knobs
Your man’s a mad disaster, pen’ll make you bang up and nods
Brain dead after quinze shots
Excusez-moi
And any French I ordered after like I’m fiending Renaults
Two Bimmers moss in the back, Benzies lined in the front
Sim simma got the bag, Fiats parked ’round thе block
Não tehno um cachorro but my bites like my bark
‘Cab sharp, all bees, killеr lessons countin’ 36
Cookin’ up beats, pots been hot before the curtains lift
Stop
Thinks we passed the crib
Traffic, sh#t
Tryna make a U-y, shouts to Uy, automatic this?
Shifting on the QWERTY
25 can mash you, 24th I’m sturdy
Smash shots got us wildin’, how yo HP touchin’ 30?
Huh
Somersaults just to see a proper porch, so
Torches touched, bridge it, cuz the Porsche is important
Strings that’s change digits like I changed my phonesiz
Blinded by twinkle ice, your whole skins is jonesin’
You man
Tell me your ambition, no excuses
First i gotta make a dollar
True man
I know all about, I’ve been grindin’ every Friday
Pay is stupid
You man
Tell me your ambition, no excuses
First i gotta make a dollar
True man
I know all about, I’ve been grindin’ every Friday
Pay is stupid
Like Doug Ford, what you smoking?
I ain’t Ward 10 but I’m vocal
Going postal, huh, did you get it?
Same day delivery, I guess dropping spinach
With this
With this bucket on my head, ain’t city sh#t, silly
Yes Scarbs, yknow the borough? That’s my Endz
Yes I am so play the jam
Born and raised from, back again
From the graveyard to my hand
No not the spade
Dark, I bring the magic
You can’t even play
Two-five on attack and
Two-four, you sore looking sad bih
Carb load but calorie assassin
Has been, my betterment done established
Who is that?
I bet they gon’ run it back
Look at that!
Was close to me but chasin’ last
Get a tac!
Your breath is green and thumb is black
Can’t run the sticks
My Samus seeds the illest slap
May break your bones
My words just stone? I’ll throw the slab
Who is that?
I bet they gon’ run it back
Can’t run the sticks
My Samus seeds the illest slap
May break your bones
My words just stone? I’ll throw the slab
You man
Tell me your ambition, no excuses
First i gotta make a dollar
True man
I know all about, I’ve been grindin’ every Friday
Pay is stupid
You man
Tell me your ambition, no excuses
First i gotta make a dollar
True man
I know all about, I’ve been grindin’ every Friday
Pay is stupid
You man
Tell me your ambition, no excuses
First i gotta make a dollar
True man
I know all about, I’ve been grindin’ every Friday
Pay is stupid
You man
Tell me your ambition, no excuses
First i gotta make a dollar
True man
I know all about, I’ve been grindin’ every Friday
Pay is stupid
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Duosancti Lyrics – Ambitions as a Writah