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rodeo - lascels lyrics

[intro]
yeah, uh, yeah (uh*huh)
yeah, yeah (okay)
yeah, yeah (okay)
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah (yeah, i take off like a*, haha)
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah (i take off like a*)
(bj this a hit, boy)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
i take off like a migo
r.i.p to the best wordplay in the trio
getting green like i’m ceelo
you a bird, like you rio
i’m dodging this hate like bullets, no neo
lay me down like a frito, gamble chips, like a frito
took the chips to the bank, got the cheddar, no dorito
bеtter watch my ego, so they don’t vеto
they be sucking all the fun outta sh*t, mosquito, yeah

[chorus]
that b*tch is special she givin’ me head
and she know how to cook, she be bringing me bread
all these n*ggas got poles, it’s just me and lead
and my lead is my pencil they both leave you dead, ooh
i see a whole lotta red, ooh
shooting these threes like i’m fred, ooh
my flow is so cold that i froze up the mountain, these n*ggas be riding with sleds, ooh
[post*chorus]
i feel like i’m drake, i love my bed
i’m really upset, up in my head
n0body listens to your sh*t, it’s f*cking dry, just like a dread
the world is trippie and it’s red
she wants some wood, took her to my shed
i’m so motherf*ckin’ hot that you don’t need no infrared

[verse 2]
i’m sick and tired of these people thinking they can outrap me
my bars up in yo’ head, like pimples on yo’ face, no acne
my bars shoot like some bullets, make ’em run just like a track meet
my bars be holding weight, they just too great just like an athlete
yeah, you can’t surpass me
i’ma run this sh*t like the migos on a trap beat
i feel like a savage like ice cube on 21 jump street
she said she liked my outfit, so i hit it like a drumbeat
i’m smoking so much green, got red eyes, just like gumby
i’m getting green like gumby, i run this beat like rugby
i work way too d*mn hard and you ain’t gon’ take this sh*t from me
yeah, i was scummy just tryna get some money
but now i’m going dummy
flow’s sick, nose runny
i feel like i’m future, life is good, i’m feeling lucky
not a vet and not a rookie, kickin’ n*ggas, tyron woodley
not a b*tch, i’m a bully, you’s a b*tch and a p*ssy
i feel like an insomniac, it’s sleep that i really lack
i want it, it’s off the rack, can’t find it on a map
i’ll body you on ur track, i went and then i hijacked
it’s money that i’m tryna stack, out of breath like an asthma attack, yeah
[chorus]
that b*tch is special she givin’ me head
and she know how to cook, she be bringing me bread
all these n*ggas got poles, it’s just me and lead
and my lead is my pencil they both leave you dead, ooh
i see a whole lotta red, ooh
shooting these threes like i’m fred, ooh
my flow is so cold that i froze up the mountain, these n*ggas be riding with sleds, ooh

[post*chorus]
i feel like i’m drake, i love my bed
i’m really upset, up in my head
n0body listens to your sh*t, it’s f*cking dry, just like a dread
the world is trippie and it’s red
she wants some wood, took her to my shed
i’m so motherf*ckin’ hot that you don’t need no infrared

- lascels lyrics

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