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be this way - classick lyrics

[verse 1: cl-ssick]
i am too hot like 500 degrees
they tell me that i’m sick but i dont have a disease
b-tch is on her knees, double d’s with a cute face
about to put some white up in her mouth like toothpaste
trying to get my money asap no rocky
rocket to the front of the game, you can’t stop me
c-cky, because i know that i’m gonna win
feel like snoop dogg sipping on juice and gin
eluding them, they will never catch up
putting red stains on your shirt like ketchup
better f-cking rest up, if you want to battle me
because i will keep going like an energizer battery
-ssault and battery, on every single beat
oppsite of rex ryan because i hate defeat
so i am a champion, ’72 dolphins
but you are like the redskins, no offense
and no defense, i got no weakness
i am number one you are zero like arenas
i am a g*nius, when it comes to rap sh-t
every single song that i’m on is a cl-ssic
i’m at the top level, you are not on it
so your b-tch is hooked to my songs like phonics
i go supersonic, no seattle
call me ali winning every fight and battle
because i’m staying vicious, doing sh-t a tiger would
f-cking mad b-tches, you can call me tiger woods

[verse 2: cl-ssick]
i get some green, i’m smoking it
i’m focused on my poker chips
i’ll f-ck your girlfriend but i barely even know the b-tch
not a racist but i run it like a racer
man i’ll shock you like a taser
with flow sharper than a razor
yeah it’s a white kid spitting like a champ
shining bright like a lamp
grabbing cash like a cramp
k!lling tracks so someone come arrest me
cooking up these lyrics but they don’t have the recipe
you’re listening to cl-ssick so you know who the best be
come test me, and leave with your ego dead
smoking all this bud got me higher than an eagle’s head
we the best, i ain’t talking dj khalid
your girl text me late night, call it jimmy fallon
and i’ll k!ll you dog, like i played for the falcons
uh, blowing minds with the wordplay
i’ve been pulling dimes since my time in the third grade
y’all jealous so you hate me
sick when i’m spitting like my flow has rabies
i’m the type to make a shy b-tch go crazy

- classick lyrics

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