Letra

Ill (uh) Jay Park, yeah Huh Stunt on that boy, stunt on that boy Man, I done told you we solid, my boy Man, I done told you we run it, my boy Jump in the cliff, don't follow me, boy Leather or wood, engine that could Check out the engine that's under the hood Might just go pop but we keep in hood Stuck in my ways, mobbin' around with a couple of blades Moving with razors but never to shave Man my whole life I've been under the shade Feeling like blade, one in the K Damn, my whole life I've been under the blaze Guess you can say that I'm ready for smoke Slicing your neck and I'm coming for throats Throwing up shots and I'm watching you choke Killing the game is murder she wrote Seeing these clowns and I'm watching you float Getting the bands Flipping I'm winning, I'm gettin' the bands We leave the man, fit as Japan Where did I go, back on my grind Back in my bag All in my mind Fuck with my stats, all about grind Up in the game, you riding the pine, yeah Running the game (game) We not the same (same) Fuck you, you lame (lame) They know my name (name) I don't want fame (fame) I want the flames (flames) I want the flames, yeah Coming for smoke, can you look in my eyes Crossing my heart, and I'm hopin' to fly Feelin' like Park, and I'm ready to ride This is my life, and I'm ready to die Running the game (game) We not the same (same) Fuck you, you lame (lame) They know my name (name) I don't want fame (fame) I want the flames (flames) I want the flames, yeah Coming for smoke, can you look in my eyes Crossing my heart and I'm hoping to fly Feeling like Park, and I'm ready to ride This is my life, and I'm ready to die (yeah, look) Quittin' off for the city (city) Jay, Chris getting litty (litty) Fresh prince, I give you jiggy (jiggy) Couple soju bottles with me (yeah) We the sensaes of this dojo, we jumping like pogo Get chicken like pollo Putting the game in a chokehold We kings yeah royal get rings, like we frodo (frodo) Bagging this cash, uh yeah (bagging) Bagging it up, uh yeah Never come last, uh yeah Fucking shit up, yeah They're sleeping on me You can crash here on your deathbed I'm the next level, I'm the best ever I'm a sect rebel, I get manchegos I spit death fuego, I'm a ass cuelo Put a hole in you, like a damn bagel I'm a detonator, I'm an elevator I'm going up, homie, see you later Peace (yeah) My pass label, uh yeah They wasn't cutting it, uh yeah Started the label, uh yeah Asking me, running shit yeah Running the game (game) We not the same (same) Fuck you, you lame (lame) They know my name (name) I don't want fame (fame) I want the flames (flames) I want the flames, yeah Coming for smoke, can you look in my eyes Crossing my heart, and I'm hoping to fly Feeling like park, and I'm ready to ride This is my life and I'm ready to die Running the game (game) We not the same (same) Fuck you, you lame (lame) They know my name (name) I don't want fame (fame) I want the flames (flames) I want the flames, yeah Coming for smoke, can you look in my eyes Crossing my heart, and I'm hoping to fly Feeling like park, and I'm ready to ride This is my life and I'm ready to die
Writer(s): Boycold, Jay Park, Ill Chris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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