Velour suit match the top with the bottom
Like I'm Tony Soprano
Bitches so Primadonna
Hot as the Western Sahara, next to Morocco and Mali
I get to rockin' a mic and my style is so Buddy Holly
Them Cricket's chirping and calling'
While all their mom's is at work
Putting food on the table and they aint have no dessert
Broke bitches, see I pray for em'
Everytime I pray
That they see there ain't a day they could compete with Hunter Phay
They could try if they wanted, but they wouldn't be successful
Everyday Phay stay cleaner than the next folk
Polo suits with the buttons and cuffs
My attire makes the ladies and the gay's think I'm cunt
Blood sweat and tears to the game till I make a million a month
Shout out to FRXNZO he been with me in this shit since the jump
Way since a jit, I been with it
Way to legit to go quit it
Bitches, so cut the drums and let me talk for a minute
Leave a moment of silence for all the people we missing
Now let me get to this shit
See, if life been a business, I've served two decades of tenure
It's far from over, still working on bigger hit's they'll remember
Still pop my bottles with purpose, it hurts but I put the work in
Write ten verses a day and still find the time to rehearse em
So, I'm on 1150 Madison Ave, got my coffee and I hopped in a cab
So fast
I told the driver to book it, still faded from smoking kush
And I got an A on my paper, so safe to say that I'm cooking
With all the p that I'm pushing, they hate it when I remind em'
If you riding on my dick then I f*ck you in your vagina
Do the math and you'll find that I ain't miss on a beat
B the bag moncler, no no regular piece
I've held things in my hands that you see in your dreams
Like what? Yeezy Zebra's back in 2018
Paid a rack and the tax but I got that shit when I wanted
The price since dropped, but I got that shit when I wanted
Mix some Gin with some Tonic, and spit it out cause it's nasty
And told the server, f*ck a spirit, give me something that's grassy
My weed as green as my cash be
The greatest ever since Gatsby
Hunter Phay Birthday Day, but every day y'all don't gas me
What's up?
hunter phay - BIRTHDAY FREESTYLE Lyrics
hunter phay - BIRTHDAY FREESTYLE Lyrics
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Velour suit match the top with the bottom
Like I'm Tony Soprano
Bitches so Primadonna
Hot as the Western Sahara, next to Morocco and Mali
I get to rockin' a mic and my style is so Buddy Holly
Them Cricket's chirping and calling'
While all their mom's is at work
Putting food on the table and they aint have no dessert
Broke bitches, see I pray for em'
Everytime I pray
That they see there ain't a day they could compete with Hunter Phay
They could try if they wanted, but they wouldn't be successful
Everyday Phay stay cleaner than the next folk
Polo suits with the buttons and cuffs
My attire makes the ladies and the gay's think I'm cunt
Blood sweat and tears to the game till I make a million a month
Shout out to FRXNZO he been with me in this shit since the jump
Way since a jit, I been with it
Way to legit to go quit it
Bitches, so cut the drums and let me talk for a minute
Leave a moment of silence for all the people we missing
Now let me get to this shit
See, if life been a business, I've served two decades of tenure
It's far from over, still working on bigger hit's they'll remember
Still pop my bottles with purpose, it hurts but I put the work in
Write ten verses a day and still find the time to rehearse em
So, I'm on 1150 Madison Ave, got my coffee and I hopped in a cab
So fast
I told the driver to book it, still faded from smoking kush
And I got an A on my paper, so safe to say that I'm cooking
With all the p that I'm pushing, they hate it when I remind em'
If you riding on my dick then I f*ck you in your vagina
Do the math and you'll find that I ain't miss on a beat
B the bag moncler, no no regular piece
I've held things in my hands that you see in your dreams
Like what? Yeezy Zebra's back in 2018
Paid a rack and the tax but I got that shit when I wanted
The price since dropped, but I got that shit when I wanted
Mix some Gin with some Tonic, and spit it out cause it's nasty
And told the server, f*ck a spirit, give me something that's grassy
My weed as green as my cash be
The greatest ever since Gatsby
Hunter Phay Birthday Day, but every day y'all don't gas me
What's up?
Like I'm Tony Soprano
Bitches so Primadonna
Hot as the Western Sahara, next to Morocco and Mali
I get to rockin' a mic and my style is so Buddy Holly
Them Cricket's chirping and calling'
While all their mom's is at work
Putting food on the table and they aint have no dessert
Broke bitches, see I pray for em'
Everytime I pray
That they see there ain't a day they could compete with Hunter Phay
They could try if they wanted, but they wouldn't be successful
Everyday Phay stay cleaner than the next folk
Polo suits with the buttons and cuffs
My attire makes the ladies and the gay's think I'm cunt
Blood sweat and tears to the game till I make a million a month
Shout out to FRXNZO he been with me in this shit since the jump
Way since a jit, I been with it
Way to legit to go quit it
Bitches, so cut the drums and let me talk for a minute
Leave a moment of silence for all the people we missing
Now let me get to this shit
See, if life been a business, I've served two decades of tenure
It's far from over, still working on bigger hit's they'll remember
Still pop my bottles with purpose, it hurts but I put the work in
Write ten verses a day and still find the time to rehearse em
So, I'm on 1150 Madison Ave, got my coffee and I hopped in a cab
So fast
I told the driver to book it, still faded from smoking kush
And I got an A on my paper, so safe to say that I'm cooking
With all the p that I'm pushing, they hate it when I remind em'
If you riding on my dick then I f*ck you in your vagina
Do the math and you'll find that I ain't miss on a beat
B the bag moncler, no no regular piece
I've held things in my hands that you see in your dreams
Like what? Yeezy Zebra's back in 2018
Paid a rack and the tax but I got that shit when I wanted
The price since dropped, but I got that shit when I wanted
Mix some Gin with some Tonic, and spit it out cause it's nasty
And told the server, f*ck a spirit, give me something that's grassy
My weed as green as my cash be
The greatest ever since Gatsby
Hunter Phay Birthday Day, but every day y'all don't gas me
What's up?
Writer: Hunter Phay
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