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Nolan Schmidt
Nolan Schmidt
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I just snapped like a gator I'm going to ask you a favor If you're a hater then go act like a chip And then dip and then I'll see you later Turn the game backwards like mater I'm slashing through bars like a razor These rappers like Luke cuz they making me puke And that's why they always call me vader I'm cash like MJ's fader I slice when I flow like a saber You trying to flex and act like you up next But at the end of the day you a waiter You turned your back like a traitor And now I'm on top elevator If I was a teacher I'd put all the red ink And then a big F on your paper yuh aye I'm killing the flow I'm having a ball and I'm on a roll I shiver when I spit, cuz this beat so cold I'd never be here if I didn't act bold like yuh Watching my plans unfold The real ones supporting me from the go Since the beginning, I was moving slow I'm starting to pick up the pace and I know like yuh Aye I can't be stopped I'm running the game and I'm flexing the guap Call me the alps cuz I'm white and on top And I'm hitting my shots and I'm hitting the bops Like yuh You know I had to do it Popping off, kill the game, flow is fluent Tall boi but you know Imma unit Hungry and pushing boy I am not human aye Uh I hope everyone is doing well Uh I've had too many sad songs in the past You know what I'm saying? So I felt like I need to hop on Another banger track for you guys Had some pretty good lyrics in here So hope you guys enjoy Uh gonna drop another verse for you guys too so leggo Imma tall boi yeah Imma Giraffe Tall and skinny boi I got no mass In a minivan but I still go fast I do this for fun but I still spit gas May be behind but I sure ain't last Gotta run it up I'm counting my cash Music spreading it's like a rash I may be in school but it's cuz I've got class So many think that I don't got the flow I gotta go show and then maybe go pro You know that I gotta go hit a full send The flow I'm hitting ur all in a bend Dummy money on my wrist, call that silly bands I'm too hot, cook it up, like a frying pan I'm staying real cool, a thanks to the fans (ha get it) Making money off my music now I'm feeling like the man aye Don't be talking or you'll get clapped The Wii always taught me to make sure I'm strapped I don't mess around I ain't tryna be funny Dory said swim cuz we NEMO money Man you guys crazy I see y'all later Teachers taught me keep your eyes on the paper Bringing the grain, like I just catered This bass hits harder than a 2-ton freighter Bruh I remember the good times dude When I was like 11 and 12 And I'd like come after like sports or whatever and Hop on the Wii play super mario bros dude Like oh my goodness those were the days bruh Ahh oh my goodness I miss those so much
Writer(s): Nolan Schmidt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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