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the statement - dj dax lyrics

[walter cronkite]
and that’s the way it is

verse 1 (dax):
(i just hit up britney, told her “new songs in my)
drop. box.” man, i been rapping since catorce, step on squares is david’s forte, run the game because it’s
hop. scotch. man, listen here ’cause it’s important, don’t ask jack about my birthday, just sit down and know i
bought. lots. man, iphone x on discord and emphasis ’cause i’m abhorrent, mouth go off like i got
pop. rocks. man, i turned down the reinforcements, y’all never knew i got new components, maverick hunter, no

opponents, my bars need their proper shonen, you rappers still looking dormant, it’s cr-p how y’all trash ain’t sorted, your bag’s for recycled
jordans, in fact, i’m infatuated, what i’m saying is don’t “back and forth” this, the source of the force is portioned from more of the lord’s
devotion, i’m coasting with a girl of porcelain in porsche listening to oceans, debated not fabricated, like jaden, this smith is
loaded, no venom, but i feel like odin, that’s louv if i’m being open, i made it, i hate it, i waited, i played it (d-mn)

you don’t got my payment, you’re kissing pavement… it’s a proper statement, no “hold up, way’ment”, tifa
lockhart with the wrist, i’ll go off if you insist, no romancing, no, i never liked to kiss, lord, forbid i
reminisce… don’t say it could be worse – i’m done with wack artists asking “do a free verse,” boy
prep your paypal, your pal’s pea reversed – gyal took a swing at love like she played wii sports; tennis

avr forever, instant cl-ssic, laye and i, in vegas, gotta practice
duh, we keep it litty with no matches, y’all don’t add up, show me where your math is
72nd reverend, boom baptist, heavenly god is the one be making it happen
i need an emily oberg ’cause her st–z is definitely over 9000 – shawty in them shorts still look astounding

verse 2 (9c):
i’m popping off like a soda can, you don’t understand, let’s go
double up, then i home run, jump out your stands, let’s go
you ain’t donald trump, but i will leave you wet, like a spray tan, let’s go
well respected and i’m well connected like i play lan, let’s go

bands a make her dance, beans will make her wet
dj screw cup, throwing up a set
shout out dj dax, thumbing through the racks
if i’m going broke, i sell a pack to make a stack

call me mega man, blue bomber i be spazzin’
young 9c, i’m the young rap savage
boy, you better practice, you are not no pro
i’mma go solo, f-ckin’ hoes, oh no

young 9c, i got the st–z, aye
and i got your b-tch on her knees, aye
and you know i’m rollin’ up the green, aye
popped a bean, then i sip lean, aye

boy, i got the diamonds on my fleece, aye
boy, i got the diamonds on my t–th, aye
i just pulled up mixing lean with the tea and i
got the f-cking edible ice cream, let’s go

- dj dax lyrics

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