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Ho Ladies and gentlemen, and you say Brick City Let's go Yo, ayy, what the blood clot? (Uh) You can't tell me nigga what's hot and what's not I'm tryna hit the Billboard with a buckshot (Brrup) I'm in a trench, I ain't working from a desktop Punk, I feel good, boy, I'm still hood I stand firm like, "I wish a nigga would" I'm built different, half nigga, half machine And if hip-hop the bitch, y'all done dragged the queen (Get 'em) I'm damn near fifty, I don't need the homage (Yeah) I can still drop an album and change the climate (Let's go) I blow minds all the time, I'm sorta Nirvana And women, I leave 'em swoll, go ice your nana Like Quincy Jones, my music is timeless (Get 'em) That willpower I drive don't got alignment I damage your kids ears, go read the fine print Y'all do anything for media content (Woo) Facts, I eat a lot, 'cause I'm a heavy hitter (Woo) Always ready so I ain't gotta get ready, nigga I'll flood your town, wash away the petty niggas So tell Mother Nature I'ma break the levee with her (Ho) We back, bruh, this what I rap for Letras de cancionesRatchet convo, homie, don't get clapped up (That's right, nigga) Brick City made me a winner, look at that, bruh The fire I'm spittin' leavin' my lips chapped (Let's go) Boss Since B-boy stances and the boombox (Yo) What the blood clot? You ain't doin' hip-hop (Whoa) Ooh, I can't wait until this drop (Come on) You can't tell me nigga what's hot and what's not (Let's go, nigga) Ayy, what the blood clot? (Woo) You can't tell me nigga what's hot and what's not I'm tryna hit the Billboard with a buckshot (Brrup) I'm in the trench, I ain't working from a desktop Black-on-black crime, black-on-black .9 (Oh) In my day, it equals platinum plaque minds (Oh) Now the generation is full of millennials And I ask: what the fuck is a millennial? Either you live right, nigga, or die young At any hour I rush you for my Soo-Yung (Let's go) A father figure turn quick to a father nigga Hence the phrase: are you a monkey or you gorilla? (Let's go, yo, yo) Since B-boy stances and the boombox (Yo) What the blood clot? You ain't doin' hip-hop (Whoa) Ooh, I can't wait until this drop (Come on) You can't tell me nigga what's hot and what's not Since B-boy stances and the boombox (Yo) What the blood clot? You ain't doin' hip-hop (Whoa) You can't tell me nigga what's hot and what's not (Ladies and gentlemen) You can't tell me nigga what's hot and what's not WKYA Radio From Letras Mania