Young f – Martin luther Lyrics

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Verse 1

Oh he lend me the volt
Your fault That I feed on the cloud like red pole
So im fly man smelling ganja like the jah man
All glowin tata no gold chain

My last miss was a dacade
But like jack bouer i required mre action
Keep on talkin yall f is a has been
Applause to the gentlemen yall start claping

I shouldn't demostrate nothin
Its a no brainer yall on charlie chaplin
Yall wana check me with ur comic flows

I will knock u all haters like ur moms bedroom door

Ahh trana tok like u gon kill
Dumb an dumber carnal flowing outta the cheque deals

I mma boss who doesnt wana meek mills
Im cleaner than a cloth on top of the hill chill

Go ahead yung hugh hafner
Im the dream from martin luther king junior

I know Im not superior but u cnt argue im the most lyrical

I live closer to the beach
Thats what u call see section

Guess who is talkin f no question
This is not for inspiration I thot I should mention

Chorus

Martin luther speech

Verse 2

Fusion 28 mkee formular CAT V8
Eagle 74 the numbers intact
Nosram pumpin the giant CX


Im grown 1 over tripple dice
I dnt need to tie a tie
Keep it lavish princes v42
Pockets fully loaded like bonjovi in the o2

I Cut the numbers am the bigger picture
The top hill bright light is one of my features
I won't claaim in the best but who the fuck is gon lead us
But countin money all day like the tall gate keepers

Dartford maybe u wana hit the capital free go lately
The whole city waitin on u go baby
Support to my niggas alryt no hatin

Eazier leike breaking hymens
I saty close to my words like a hyphen
Im not the worst and yall can't deny it
Me and my king crown neva be devided

I feel like the great gave me lyrics
Im not gonna be too cocky bout to finish
To be fair to my rhymes they shouldn't be in english
All the rappers in the city are jus a fraction of my gimmick

Chorus
Martin luther speech

Verse 3

I hang em lyk alcohol
Your shit is wack like the absence of the analog
Of my ps
u ain't gettin far like near I see it clear
On ur carrer

Steve vision bar brain wondering no shots drained
Sounds from a far train melody guitar brained
Proof of a blood stain
Bullets from a close range feel it when the Glock aim


Lee wats these nikka tok abt
Precious in my presence lyk the school kid soccer mom
Self improved rap child earnd to sent his caution out
Told me I was useless dont u see now its nonsese ahh

This city is myn f on ur menu I should remind
Hurts sometyms but im fyn
I feel I can shit on every rapper in the city in line

Thats how I see it everythin cool everbody foolish
Suited to the rap but the swag not includent
Wax all ur music too yung to be toothless

The next one is an exotic car
Range rover

Traffic cop

Chorus

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