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Forever Foy - Control ALT Delete Lyrics



Forever Foy - Control ALT Delete Lyrics
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Turn the heat up
Turn the heat up
Turn the goddamn heat up
Hip-Hop ain't dead
Hip-Hop is not dead
Cop the Phantom and then Im good to go
Random, I got tons to go
A Cannon, watch this dummy blow
Handsome cause I'm the grandson of a f*cking rose
Confetti thrown, swelling up on these niggas
Where's my prednisone? The best is known
Take a pic, silly bitch
Dexters Own, "Dexters" on
Deleted scenes, glove was on
Killing the witness, overturn each f*cking stone
The Grinch just making they presents gone
You guessed it, only one guest involved
Best of all, rest assured
Plenty of goonies standing at your vestibule
Vegetables, concrete in these testicles
Heavy bull, from a place where niggas would carry your grandma
Groceries, rob your granddad at the corner store
I'm very sure, I'm ready whore
Any test, put him against your best, I'll delete every score
Anywhere, knocking on each and every door
Netflix, no country for old men
Know you done seen that flick before, meet the boy
Aim at your keyhole and my tank is full
Control then ALT, delete or heat then seek destroy or either or
I'm definitely not what you looking for, Foy
Are you not entertained
I love Hip-Hop
This is Hip-Hop
I love Hip-Hop
This is Hip-Hop
I do this shit for the culture
For the culture nigga
Are you not entertained
I aint chasing the dollar
I ain't chasing the dollar
I ain't chasing the dollar
I love Hip-Hop
I'm ready to go
Credit go to my black suit, I'm murdering niggas
Standing over your casket, looking bashful
Purposely nigga
Purgatory set I pop a perc and pick apart a person pretty perfectly nigga
Certainly front of the clergy
Lord have mercy I done done it again
Them demons done summoned them in
Pardon my pen, I'm a lunatic
I'm confident that Im losing it
Smooth screw, hardly and grooves in it
Bruce Bruce, I ain't never losing it
Black, blue, bright red, bruising, I'd be happy to
Contusions
Flattered fool, Jones Jr
Leaping hook, accurate too
Stare Roy (steroid), no gaps
Snag a tooth and natty too
Backboard, shatterproof
Tongue out, alley-oop
I'm better than all my naysayers
Please show me some gratitude
Will do, attitude
Big shit, magnitudes
Headliner and these (Andis) nuts
I'm not asking you
Top one, have the two
Peace sign, have the two
Shit show, they all gonna laugh at you
Foy
So you're not entertained
I love Hip-Hop
So you not entertained
I do this shit for the culture
I do this shit for the culture, nigga
I ain't chasing a dollar
I love Hip-Hop
I ain't chasing a dollar
Are you not entertained
I ain't chasing a dollar
Are you not entertained
I love Hip-Hop
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Turn the heat up
Turn the heat up
Turn the goddamn heat up
Hip-Hop ain't dead
Hip-Hop is not dead
Cop the Phantom and then Im good to go
Random, I got tons to go
A Cannon, watch this dummy blow
Handsome cause I'm the grandson of a f*cking rose
Confetti thrown, swelling up on these niggas
Where's my prednisone? The best is known
Take a pic, silly bitch
Dexters Own, "Dexters" on
Deleted scenes, glove was on
Killing the witness, overturn each f*cking stone
The Grinch just making they presents gone
You guessed it, only one guest involved
Best of all, rest assured
Plenty of goonies standing at your vestibule
Vegetables, concrete in these testicles
Heavy bull, from a place where niggas would carry your grandma
Groceries, rob your granddad at the corner store
I'm very sure, I'm ready whore
Any test, put him against your best, I'll delete every score
Anywhere, knocking on each and every door
Netflix, no country for old men
Know you done seen that flick before, meet the boy
Aim at your keyhole and my tank is full
Control then ALT, delete or heat then seek destroy or either or
I'm definitely not what you looking for, Foy
Are you not entertained
I love Hip-Hop
This is Hip-Hop
I love Hip-Hop
This is Hip-Hop
I do this shit for the culture
For the culture nigga
Are you not entertained
I aint chasing the dollar
I ain't chasing the dollar
I ain't chasing the dollar
I love Hip-Hop
I'm ready to go
Credit go to my black suit, I'm murdering niggas
Standing over your casket, looking bashful
Purposely nigga
Purgatory set I pop a perc and pick apart a person pretty perfectly nigga
Certainly front of the clergy
Lord have mercy I done done it again
Them demons done summoned them in
Pardon my pen, I'm a lunatic
I'm confident that Im losing it
Smooth screw, hardly and grooves in it
Bruce Bruce, I ain't never losing it
Black, blue, bright red, bruising, I'd be happy to
Contusions
Flattered fool, Jones Jr
Leaping hook, accurate too
Stare Roy (steroid), no gaps
Snag a tooth and natty too
Backboard, shatterproof
Tongue out, alley-oop
I'm better than all my naysayers
Please show me some gratitude
Will do, attitude
Big shit, magnitudes
Headliner and these (Andis) nuts
I'm not asking you
Top one, have the two
Peace sign, have the two
Shit show, they all gonna laugh at you
Foy
So you're not entertained
I love Hip-Hop
So you not entertained
I do this shit for the culture
I do this shit for the culture, nigga
I ain't chasing a dollar
I love Hip-Hop
I ain't chasing a dollar
Are you not entertained
I ain't chasing a dollar
Are you not entertained
I love Hip-Hop
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Writer: Brandon Foy
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Forever Foy
Language: English
Length: 3:11
Written by: Brandon Foy

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