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toast - nolan lewis lyrics

[post*chorus]
i put ‘em in, then press ‘em down, hah
[verse 1]
they acting like somе characters, i still won’t cast ‘em
heard thеy dropped the ball, nah, i don’t put it past ‘em
all ‘em setting records, swear i’m gonna pass ‘em
you living check*to*check, meanwhile my income passive, woah (woah)
n0body got hats on, still they steady capping, woah (woah)
i was in the backseat going “wait, what happened?” woah (woah)
telling me to shut up, said that ain’t gon’ happen, woah (woah)
he said he could make me, word to janet jackson, woah (woah, yuh)
they sleep, i need reasons (reasons)
bodybag haters four seasons
i’m t’d up like jesus
shawty got b*tt head, where beavis?
all of that talk to delete it, i’m cheesin’
don’t go against me, that sh*t is a given
settle the score, we gon’ make it even
rocks on my body, my nickname is steven
even he know ‘bout the wee g.o.a.t
i’m recording daily like it’s tivo
in the ‘yota truck, all ‘em acting drunk, when they really sipping pellegrino (hahahaha)
just sit back and take a look at it
all this paper like a bookbag in’
punting haters like i’m playing madden
underrated, yeah, it’s been established like

[hook]
i ain’t content with 30*something people at my shows
been sleeping on the kid too long, it’s giving comatose
one day they gon’ be begging for my earnings, tell ‘em nope
looks like i need to whip ‘em into shape, so get the rope
don’t come to me all crazy over what you heard in posts
you know i’m quick to dead an issue, r.i.p. your bro
can’t keep ten letters out they mouths, they stay doing the most
i put ‘em in, then press ‘em down, now all you suckas toast
[verse 2]
it’s toast when they pop up, get the b*tter
only put in 50 and i’m putting in a hunna’
still they finna stiff me, it’s bs
catch ‘em in a lie like pokémon on my ds
saying that you rode for them, n0body see it (nope)
you ain’t even close to them, it’s so comedic
y’all know i’m the bomb dot com, undefeated
eat ‘em like nom nom nom, not the viet’ (nope)
we at a whole different level than you
face card black ‘mex, you ain’t getting approved
“going hard,” selling s*x what it really is
versatile, i’m a rapping chameleon
want a million streams, got a million dreams
whatchu want? i could spit about a million themes
i’m a stallion, mare, you a filly, it seems
they gon’ put that ass on me, ‘cause i’m really a fiend (hey)
all gold everything, y’all know i won’t ever change
jokers in my comments, ima hit ‘em with a batarang
i just want the commas and the zeros too
all these itty bitty rappers i’m a hero to
i’m too fire, they just can’t compete
yet they starting line ahead of me
why you acting like your look original?
i’m your inspiration, take a seat
[hook]
i ain’t content with 30*something people at my shows
been sleeping on the kid too long, it’s giving comatose
one day they gon’ be begging for my earnings, tell ‘em nope
looks like i need to whip ‘em into shape, so get the rope
don’t come to me all crazy over what you heard in posts
you know i’m quick to dead an issue, r.i.p. your bro
can’t keep ten letters out they mouths, they stay doing the most
i put ‘em in, then press ‘em down, now all you suckas toast

- nolan lewis lyrics

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