Lyrics Royce da 5'9"

Royce da 5'9"

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Arms, arms, arms, arms

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That's what we gona' call this

I pray for you

This is like a thank you

Thank you

Now rhymes with is electric like appliances

Now let the flying fist wreck it, I insist

I'm here to tap some drawers tap some jaws

Ballin that's for ya'll

I'm here to palm the fucking globe like a bascketball

They told me I was gold I ain't react at all

I'm staying hungry like Em when these hoes actin off

Fuck money but tell the government give me some since they print it

I'm a schizophrenic mental clinic pencil, pen n

Pimp lieutenant living to fight which if you flinch you end it

Quit your pretending you're here to be saved I'm simplely sent to be sinnin'

Your mind is on quitter your vibes on bitter

Check my file my resume is verified on twitter

Your jeans got pussy under it

I'll hang up a sign that says your place with an arrow pointing down and put you under it

You rappin all lies niggas, misery loves company ass, groupie ass, basketball wife niggas

I've been a vet reppin' since eminem's test record

Which was better than any of our enemy's best efforts

And it was just us than, we've been the best, bet than

We've been on top of our green like vinaigrette dressing

You should regroup from the fire

I f your killers resemble keisha from new jack city

Or snoop from the wire

The only beefing I'm doing with pussy is screwing your crew is in ruins

We eating and all you doing is chewing

The only swallowing being done is by your girl

You couldn't digest that you'll probably try n hurl

I got a right hand that's debo cold

Run into it playing and end up with steve o's nose

I will leave you where you're riffin at

Yelling take that while I click and clack, two guns that I nick name this and that

I play the tune of violence for hours

With the same gun that Nas used in I gave you power, rewind and listen back

My shit's a mansion your shit's a shack now check your guns

We can go tick for tack, it's a fact like correct answers

The Damn Drum will leave you in the cam with your samsung

Can't foot in your mouth, without a dam tongue

You plus one on the list at the club with your boy

Don't give right to challenge a pro, you and-one

Nigga I don't got no story

All I know is that I'm quick to pop n that put that boy in a hole turn his body to a suppository

While Ya'll hard I'm rolling alone

I get your broad pregnant than I pay to abort it with a card over the phone

If people could endure royce more I'm so in the zone

Speak with your indoor voice boy, lower your tone

So now the sky's the limit

My shades cover eyes that are windows to a soul this private hoe, mind your business

Your Contract's on the table looking like a tarnished napkin

My contract's on the table looking like the Donalds taxes

Yeah, you niggas acting real light skinned

Stick a knife in your right hand

Tell you sit your five dollar ass down before I make change, ask yo ass

What you say nigga? Ight then...

Now I'm a pen percs executive, I call you a

Draw the line and let you insert the explitive

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