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bikelyfex cypher - goodlook lyrics

big booty backpack that’s what i like
(i’m coming saucy)
if she can ride da d
then she can’t ride the bike
if she ride the bike she riding d tonight (yeah)
they love them bars so i had to say them twice
itz goodlook
bikelyfe we lit (we lit)
in cincinnati this is bikelyfex sh*t
how we comin them bikes running
running to lights and sh*t
and i be clean when i’m on the bike
they steady complement my drip
my bike be l matching my fit
my fit be matching my kicks
my jump off might hit my dance on that b*tch
yeah wе outside and we thick
we just might smokе down your block
we might bust a couple tricks
we might pull up in your city
bikelyfex take over sh*t

this bikelyfe sh*t i’m bout it bout it
he say popping wheelies
and running from 12 but i highly doubt it
my ambition to ride is just like pac
they won’t me to stop but i can’t stop
do a burnout into whole shot
n*gga im hot n n*gga u not ( u not)
paul walker living life 2 fast 2 furious
think u can hang u can’t be serious
turn yo b*tch into my backpack
cuz she was curious (here baby hold this )
just know u riding wit a g
yo n*gga ain’t nothing like me
smooth talking n*gga like unc
i like bad b*tches and smoking on runtz
b.ward my brutha from anotha
bikelyfe we gotta look out for each other
200 hundred bikes deep we mobbin
a loud motor keep the p*ssy throbbing
b*tch i’m off the leash it’s forever f*ck police
want me slow it down ima speed it up
in that p*ssy ya ima beat it up
splitting lanes cuz a n*gga ina hurry
thought you saw me but yo vision blurry
start up the engine my heart starts to race
pull up beside me oh so u wanna race??
drop a gear and disappear in his face
a young n*gga ain’t got time waste
i ain’t time for jail or another case

buddah!!
pop the clutch,rev it up, get it up
bikelyfe man you know i can’t get enough
and they all get alarmed when we summon
already know that we wake the whole city up
if them boys get behind me then i’m running
downshift that b*tch wrist twist then i lit it up
this b*tch to fast they ain’t comin
so many horses that i’m yellin out gitty up
then we ride through clifton get a back pack
with a fat back give give her ass a little slap slap
hit that lil b*tch from the back back with my hat back
now applaud give her clap clap
i don’t even want her you can have that
yea he mad mad talkin sh*t get the gat gat
shout ta b ward give ‘em dap dap
can’t match that put the city on the map map

ya ya (hii) ya ya(hii)ya ya
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bikelyfe ya we reckless
pulling out on them stretches
wholeshot down street
man that sh*t look so pressure
bikelyfe run the city n*gga did you get the message
racing the highway just to see who bike the fastest
ya spend the block on a wheelie 12 o’clock (skirtt)
aye swerving in and out of traffic f*ck the cops
ya burn out at the light time to smoke it up
gotta bad b*tch the back ass fat asf
ya you can’t ride with gang if you ain’t lit enough
ya gear match my bike when im stepping out
ya she can’t ride the bike if she gone run her mouth
ya drip so outtasp*ce ya imma astronaut

you got a zuzu got a gxr
copped that busa or a honda
my pops pulled out that ryker
that b*tch punchin like it’s ronda
it’s punching like it’s ronda there
we don’t care if yo mama there
we in every hood like obamacare its bikelyfe
shout out ward he got me plugged in like a night light
shout my backpack that ass fat fat lookin right right right
yea and she tryna slide tonight night yea
and i ain’t sayin run from 12
but i got money stacked for bail
they tried to swoop me on mcmillan
but i left them boys at sh*ll
ain’t no beefin with my guys
yea its bikelyfe when we ride
how you think that you gon slide
when we a hunnit deep outside
it’s a slingshot in the front
it’s a harley in the back
got my n*gga tay on right
and my n*gga zay on left
it’s a wagon on my b*tch
it’s a glocky on my hip
whole gang slide down the strip
yea bikelyfe i’m this b*tch

aye goodlook you know what’s going on man
baycheez
we go turn this up that bag way
yeeeeeeeaaaaa
bikelyfe spot a busa on dey radar
smashin on da gas,i do da dash until it break off
100 deep (deep) f*ck around and get it taped off
hit everything movin
it ain’t no choosen den i skate off
holeshottin wit sum bad sh*t strapped ona busa
a green eyed thick red b*tch
strapped wit a ruger
x marks da spot and i’m da shooter
and ya nightmares wit the good guy doll
no freddy kruger
turn it up den lit it we don’t need no hypin
cause we a get on bullsh*t if n*ggas get too excited
wit all dat jumpin around des 100 choppas don’t even try it bikelyfe shut it down let’s start a maf*ckin riot

and you know i’m wit it
gsxr 750 slidin thru yo city
me my n*ggas
comin thru to set i might just pop a wheelie
f*ck 12 the law is not considered ghost ridin n*ggas
don’t try f*ckin with us charlie sticked up
he might just poke a n*gga
uh (bikelyfe)
150 when i’m tryna catch a breeze
shorty callin right now but i’m on 2s leave a message at the beep
with chop squad
we outside like we paved the streets, (bikelyfe)
that block hot we still spin it cuz u know w came like a 100 deep

it’s a 86, the motors 80 cubic inch
it puts it down when i want, that b*tch gets pretty quick
it’s 2 wheels, since i was a little kid, i make my daddy proud it’s in my veins like a iv drip
loud pipes makes the public wanna throw a fit, drop a gear and disappear soon as the lever cl!ck
pulling hard, got my wrist on full twist, just to get it out my system momma thinks im foolish

riding thru a city where they label us as villains
sitting up on 2 wheels it look hard but we be chillin
said she wanna ride but she can’t ride unless we drillin
and if she got a big ol ass i swear to god i gotta feel it
speeding thru the city they be hating us
said that we some bullies
cartel
that’s wat we famous fa
they don’t want no beef i be so real
they call me angus bra
we ah f*cking empire
nogood name should be called genghis khan

skrrrrrrrrr , pull up back to back to back to back look like it never end
on a harley servin all my plays they look like harley quinn
we get it in it should be a sin the way we spin the bend
don’t get it twisted b*tch we poppin n*ggas and we poppin wheelies
but we not from philly we be on them 1000s and them 750s
never timid bend our license plate so 12 a never get us
bet i , bag yo b*tch when i rev this engine
you know them lil 300s them b*tches too slow
and we know know when i hit the block i look like chino
that ass fat come here lil b*tch come be my backpack
and that’s a fact when i’m on my bike you know i keep that glaaah glaaah

gsxr’s , 2 strokes
only thing keep our brain woke
you ain’t knou gotta go
we not goin that’s on soul
no stoppin
once these wheels done touch the floor
neva fold neva told
bikelyfe livin bold
gettin out even in the cold
neva scared we still a roll
full speed
a head move wit the pack cargo
keep up no slow mix up coco
spit game death row
we shall only grow n glow

back and forth i’m in my city hitting wheelies, 12 o’clock and you ain’t with me, catch me in that traffic drifting, voom voom voom yea that’s me shifting
up the gear i get the missing ski mask on for all them snitches, drop it back stay straight no wiggly, cam gang up we run the city. yea we run the city
2 stroke up no 4 they kiddy, 513 we rep our city, 125 that monster with it, vine street when we hit the city, f*ck the opps don’t f*ck with piggy’s on the race and you ain’t wit me

you looking at a k!lla,i don’t even use a mask to do it, spit with no permission i don’t even gotta ask to do it/ actually get to clapping but it’s factual i’m rapping fluent school of hard knocks ,i graduated, yo ass was truant/ i was on the block you was punching a clock,time a tell, this nati boy live as h*ll like channel 5,9,and 12, met a that behind the sh*ll, she told me i was fine as h*ll, pulled off on my bike she got wetter than some kind of whale/ told her it’s slow girl…i had slide like my old girl…i’m so thorough better keep that heat on you it’s a cold world, 9 on me,home or away call me bro burrow

it’s a sunny day
you can feel the shade
anyway that’s when the horses play
you see the cavalcade
splitting lanes
when cages in the way
check the resume
chuck a duce salute to all the fallen that done passed away
be as it may
lotion for the u v’s
this the shyt you see in movies
and this shyt comes with the groupies
they all think they bad an bougie
from the vets to the newbies
in the streets we some loonies
leave it smokin like a lucy
pipes as red as a ruby
bitten by the bug
an it had cordyceps
now i’m addicted to this drug
an f*ck the side effects
katch a n*gga squidin thew the city wearing what i rep
helmets are like safe s*x
it’s blx
famished
who got next

it’s bravo!! you know we do recover
but i’m bout to g.o. til i o.d. you feel me??
ughhh!!
welcome to cincinnati
we wear our stripes like the bengals
x’s on all our backs
the whole city be lookin spangled
johnny get in behind us
no panic… we stay entangled
you wearing a f*ckin helmet?
then let your lieutenants dangle
look my bandana tied
when i ride my anger subside
i’m just freeing sp*ce in my mind
i’m an optimist on his prime
ya hand out… you gettin nada
unless you wit the borgata
this only happens on ohio
like rubber duck regatta
brother be on my side
i call him john matarese
we in the field on them thangs
and i ain’t talking bout cleats
i see you wit your lookin ass
i ain’t talkin bout creeps
die*dreamin tryin to grip these bars
like little peep

kick stands up we ina cut
i needa backpack b*tch ta show er b*tt
all my n*ggas they be posted doin burn outs
ina cut
& all yo n*ggas they some goofies bet not
think bout runnin up aah!!
errything we do be gang sh*t
if any n*gga try we come thru clutchin flame
sh*t
pop da clutch den pop ah wheelie
150 we gettin busy
swag check i been litty
bikelyfe x we run the city

yeah yeah we ride you see the x we ride it’s what *u* need we ride you know!!
all my n*ggas bike lyfe 4 wheelers dirt bikes cruiser an crotch rockets grooms an pocket rockets you ridin or you hidin 100 miles per hour plus when we be slidin 100 deep we sliden!! 12 can’t keep up we way to deep bruh 6 foot burnouts all in the street bruh!! it’s what*u*need double r you see the vest!
love by few hated by many but all respect!!
you see the x!!!
on the back backpackin might be yo ex!!
don’t get to hatin my n*gga don’t even sweat!!
an you know what she bout to be riding next!!
an we all ride chrome lowered a stretched !!!!

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