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got that fi-ya - beastmode warriors lyrics

[verse 1: slyzwicked]
bang my head to the beat, that’s barbecue chicken alert, i got that heat
cooking and burning then serving them up and then use your bones to pick my t**th
step in the rhyme and i’m into my mode, burning them permanent, deaden their flow
k!lling you rappers i’ll make you cadavers, can’t f*ck with the flow with a tag on your toe
that’s how it goes when i spit that propane, oh mane, insane, off with a bang bang
y’all claim you got the game and the grossest batters, like sorry yo, can’t aim
that mouth don’t match your sk!llset, got an ego i don’t forget
you running your mouth and i figured you’d run it, i’m looking at you like no threat
i get on the mic and i work leaving you suckers all stuck in the dirt
howl at the moon got nothing to prove, ain’t giving no f*ck about none of you dudes
now i’m on debt, gotta read your respect, i’m a keep on k!lling then watch me flex
paying my dues, i got nothing to lose and i’m not looking back ’cause i don’t have regrets
that’s how it goes when i stick to my word
don’t like me, i flip you the bird
so absurd, thinking of thundering
thinking of gang like a hip*hop nerd
that thing me see s*l*y*z*w*i*c*k*e*d
that be the name, remember the flame
that’s what it’s like when a beast gotta eat

[chorus: jp tha hustler]
i got that fi*ya! i got that fi*ya!
we got that fi*ya! we got that fi*ya!
i got that fi*ya! i got that fi*ya!
we got that fi*ya! we got that fi*ya!
[verse 2: masta v]
hit you with the hammer, when i hit the handle, i’m too hot to handle
better watch your manners, masta v, you know me
’cause i’m h*lla feisty like some spicy jalapeños all up in yo sueños
bet you like me, b*tch go hiking (hiking)
i’m a rare sighting, queen diva viking
call me alicia ’cause i’ve got the keys and that girl is on fire
hey nice to meet ya don’t you talk to me hand to your face
a buyer want me to simmer down, think i’d rather sizzle
give you the middle finger while i’m smoking skittles
’til i get the giggles and hit up swishers for lunch
have some twizzles, purple punch, super lemon haze
demon superhuman race, stupid, we could blaze, we could hit
kung fu like hi*ya, can’t retire, never grow old like a tire
always on the go, never tire, won’t ever slow even when it’s down to the wire
like a tiger, ferocious, bruh

[chorus: jp tha hustler]
i got that fi*ya! i got that fi*ya!
we got that fi*ya! we got that fi*ya!
i got that fi*ya! i got that fi*ya!
we got that fi*ya! we got that fi*ya!

[verse 3: jp tha hustler]
i got that butane, lighting a fire, blue flame
malted liquor, all grain, desert storm hussein
propane hank hill, king of the mountaintop
strongman, game of thrones, fire sword light ’em up
fire crotch lohan, jp got the sick note
mean girls turn me on, that’ll get the d*ck stroked
heat stroke, deathstroke, but i prefer deadpool
line ’em up, bleed ’em out, leave ’em in the dead pool
so cool, joe cool, west coast doggy dogg
like me a girl who’s squat looking for a s*xy pogue
i got the fireb*lls, three alarm octane
ghost pepper red hot, b*tches saying hot dang
hot d*mn hot sauce, fire breather dragon
ruff ryder, tough driver fast enough past lawn
i spit that carolina reaper, heat seeker off the freakin’ meter
scoville 2 mill, scorpion king, diesel
[chorus: jp tha hustler]
i got that fi*ya! i got that fi*ya!
we got that fi*ya! we got that fi*ya!
i got that fi*ya! i got that fi*ya!
we got that fi*ya! we got that fi*ya!
i got that fi*ya! i got that fi*ya!
we got that fi*ya! we got that fi*ya!
i got that fi*ya! i got that fi*ya!
we got that fi*ya! we got that fi*ya!

- beastmode warriors lyrics

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