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azuma - ryu sensei lyrics

bottles in a bucket full of ice (yeah)
better make room, vroom, hear the lambo (celebrate)
b*tch better believe that i′m a sniper (yeah)

you know i’m ′bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
pop up with the chopper at artificial n*ggas actin’ like b*tches
it done started up a epidemic
it don’t make a difference, n*gga we winnin′, i′m plenty grinnin’
hundred million platinum, f*ck it, you ain′t gotta listen (celebrate)

you better step down to me
feel the d*ck, b*tch, open up your mouth for me
now choke, talk to the d*ck honestly
i’m dope, b*tch comin′ like eenie meenie miney mo (celebrate)
i don’t like when i lose (i don′t)
if i don’t buy her them shoes, i don’t like those (regulate)
do anything that i want to
think i′m gon′ dance on the moon like michael (elevate)

while i’m drivin′, i’m moonwalking in the sky with some shooters
we jump inside of the buick, you duck and hide from the rugers
a couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with the music
guess i′m alive and i use it, get stuck inside of the cubics
i never lie but the truth is i’m f*ckin′ tired of these losers
and all my life want the food when it’s supper time in the juice
but i’d rather die than to lose, it′s a matter of time ′fore i lose it
and strategize with the movement

walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
hoe, you know i’m drippin′ with the sauce, ooh
pretty with a face full of scars
all they did was build me up, try to take me apart
they ain’t never wanna (celebrate) like you have a label
call the doctor, heard the chopper make ′em do the macarena
all you n*ggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and now and later
jolly rancher, stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored
get the paper, i’ma (celebrate)

on the corner
heard you n*ggas got the juice but i got corona
got a little spanish b*tch, i call her maricona
joyner lucas, b*tch, i′m hotter than a f*ckin’ sauna
yeah, i make you n*ggas (elevate)

all you new n*ggas don’t do it for me, look (woah)
b*tchin′ to professor you a student to me, woah
designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
all we do is win, you a loser to me

rappers wanna talk about battle me (joyner)
you can′t give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
bunch of lil’ n*ggas tried grabbin′ me (grabbin’ me)
five foot five, boy, you n*ggas like half of me
you don′t wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
hard to make ’em happy, all these b*tches stay mad at me
i just might take her out to applebee′s (applebee’s)
give her long d*ck and a strawberry daiquiri

oni

bottles in a bucket full of ice (yeah)
better make room, vroom, hear the lambo (celebrate)
b*tch better believe that i’m a sniper (yeah)
you know i′m ′bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
pop up with the chopper at artificial n*ggas actin’ like b*tches
it done started up a epidemic
it don′t make a difference, n*gga we winnin’, i′m plenty grinnin’
hundred million platinum, f*ck it, you ain′t gotta listen (celebrate)

you better step down to me
feel the d*ck, b*tch, open up your mouth for me
now choke, talk to the d*ck honestly
i’m dope, b*tch comin’ like eenie meenie miney mo (celebrate)
i don′t like when i lose (i don′t)
if i don’t buy her them shoes, i don′t like those (regulate)
do anything that i want to
think i’m gon′ dance on the moon like michael (elevate)

while i’m drivin′, i’m moonwalking in the sky with some shooters
we jump inside of the buick, you duck and hide from the rugers
a couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with the music
guess i’m alive and i use it, get stuck inside of the cubics
i never lie but the truth is i′m f*ckin′ tired of these losers
and all my life want the food when it’s supper time in the juice
but i′d rather die than to lose, it’s a matter of time ′fore i lose it
and strategize with the movement

i mix the lean with the sprite
f*ck n*gga we don’t do fights
b*tch i be high like a kite
got a bad b*tch to my right

margielas all over my feet
all of you p*ssies is sweet
told that b*tch to suck on my meat
she ride my d*ck like a seat

pull up on your block make a scene
ride around with a ruger and a beam
b*tch i′m getting money for my team
b*tch i’m getting money from the feam

i mix the lean with the fanta
and i be high like a sauna
rackin and rackin up commas
b*tch i be high as a sauna

(instrumental)

grew up out the mud
pull up, then i pop the trunk
grew up with the f*cking robbers, always kept the mask on
motherf*ckers gon’ die if we keep the mask off
$uicide when i ride, b*tch, $carecrow the walking shadow

mozart with no piano, k!ll when i′m sleepy hollow
that mystic motherf*cker that′s addicted to prescriptions

xanax for the panic, mental problems you can add in
multi*million owned business—you just signed a deal, bruh?
three years passed, still broke and you ain’t paid up
dollars i ain′t touched yet, burn it for the f*ck of it
infamous lunatic, you? you just suck d*ck
cut throat with the deathwish, raised where the savage lives
straight out the death pit, to keep alive the triple six

- ryu sensei lyrics

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