Lyrics

(I've been feelin' the way my holes out) Yeah (I'm a typhoon, I cannot lose) Ayy, ayy, yeah (My rules, my rules) Yeah I'm hammer, bring the tutties out Don't make me bring the foolie out I'm back in time, I show you where the rookie 'bout Gang gang, time to pull the hoodies out Circle of actors, y'all should put a movie out, Night Rider Heat cuttin' corners, I'm a monster Guillotine bar problem, you gon' need a doctor Whole 'hood behind me, brought formers on the roster They gon' have to knock it down like a helicopter Don't ever stress a king out, I change life to miserable Critical, pitiful condition, this is it for you I'm in the middle of them other rooms, I've been in them too Hit man, lyrical murderous in 'em visuals Rackin' the models while I'm holdin' 'em easy, them and an Apollo You don't really wanna know what I've been in the years Head to the top of that mountain, I was everything that they wanted Be loyal to ride a bike and the fighter But I've been feelin' the way my holes out I'm a typhoon, I cannot lose You can't walk a mile in my shoes Baby, this is my life and my moves and my rules It's your season? Well, it's mine too, yeah From my whole side I'm a typhoon, I cannot lose You can't walk a mile in my shoes Baby, this is my life and my moves and my rules It's your season? Well, it's mine too, yeah You better stop playin' with me, yeah You better stop playin' with me, yeah You better stop playin' with me, yeah You better stop playin' with me, yeah You better stop playin' with me, yeah You better stop playin' with me, yeah You better stop playin' with me, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Max Cameron Concors, Canon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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