Oi, it's me again
Bout time to beat up the beat again
Bout time I bring up my fee again
They get mad I ain't seeing them
Beautiful women, I'm seeing them
Think these rappers getting pms
Player hater got a heap of them
Fanbase deep, like a D and M
All my flows they stealing them
I be a goat they sheep and them
Try jump in our boat, come in our camp, I smell fish, BCF
That's living barry
Whipping cities like a British cabbie
Never ever see me dilly dally
She got a back and that shit a fatty
Swear to god nearly killed me
She barely fit in the building
I barely fit into the scene
But they still be giving me bills please
Hanging with mums I'm a true g
I might just buy her some sushi
I might just cop her some louis
One day when my pockets is gooey
One day when my pockets is fatter
I might cop a watch but it's obvious that
I be plotting for total domination
Can't you see it I'm an abomination
I am not patient bitch I'm the doc
Like I was dre, but you is a flop
Get off the cock, look at the clock
I think it's time, you getting lost
Peace, tie-dye
Ladies love how I rhyme like (Ooh)
Tryna get on my line like (Ooh)
But i isn't no wifi
No, you can't connect
Pass the mic and then pass that cheque
Whipping rhythms in the kitchen with em got em
Cooking up like this is MasterChef
I feel like an Aussie legend
I'm mark Webber you a half stepper
I'm a bar setter I'm a star better get a
Heart check up cause I'm full of fat
They all talking like they good at rap
I think you lying you good at that
Try to flex but you looking wack
Coulda woulda and you shoulda lad
Dirty Nike beaters on my feet
Baby only roll with freaks
And I ain't slept in a week
That's my mo
Never looking weak
I'm combustion on a beat
And I'm blowing up the streets
With this ammo
They mad that I popped
I'm back to the top
I'm hot cause I'm fly
You ain't cause you not
Ya girl look like she Pauline Hanson
Pippin on the rock
My girly look like nuclear fission
She lookin bomb
In feb, I dropped a bomb
Next year I drop a planet
I'm spinning rings around em like Saturn
Because I plan it
Bet you didn't catch that
Brissy on the map lad
I be making cash
These rappers be making hash tags
Nerve - Walk & Talk, Pt. 1 Lyrics
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Oi, it's me again
Bout time to beat up the beat again
Bout time I bring up my fee again
They get mad I ain't seeing them
Beautiful women, I'm seeing them
Think these rappers getting pms
Player hater got a heap of them
Fanbase deep, like a D and M
All my flows they stealing them
I be a goat they sheep and them
Try jump in our boat, come in our camp, I smell fish, BCF
That's living barry
Whipping cities like a British cabbie
Never ever see me dilly dally
She got a back and that shit a fatty
Swear to god nearly killed me
She barely fit in the building
I barely fit into the scene
But they still be giving me bills please
Hanging with mums I'm a true g
I might just buy her some sushi
I might just cop her some louis
One day when my pockets is gooey
One day when my pockets is fatter
I might cop a watch but it's obvious that
I be plotting for total domination
Can't you see it I'm an abomination
I am not patient bitch I'm the doc
Like I was dre, but you is a flop
Get off the cock, look at the clock
I think it's time, you getting lost
Peace, tie-dye
Ladies love how I rhyme like (Ooh)
Tryna get on my line like (Ooh)
But i isn't no wifi
No, you can't connect
Pass the mic and then pass that cheque
Whipping rhythms in the kitchen with em got em
Cooking up like this is MasterChef
I feel like an Aussie legend
I'm mark Webber you a half stepper
I'm a bar setter I'm a star better get a
Heart check up cause I'm full of fat
They all talking like they good at rap
I think you lying you good at that
Try to flex but you looking wack
Coulda woulda and you shoulda lad
Dirty Nike beaters on my feet
Baby only roll with freaks
And I ain't slept in a week
That's my mo
Never looking weak
I'm combustion on a beat
And I'm blowing up the streets
With this ammo
They mad that I popped
I'm back to the top
I'm hot cause I'm fly
You ain't cause you not
Ya girl look like she Pauline Hanson
Pippin on the rock
My girly look like nuclear fission
She lookin bomb
In feb, I dropped a bomb
Next year I drop a planet
I'm spinning rings around em like Saturn
Because I plan it
Bet you didn't catch that
Brissy on the map lad
I be making cash
These rappers be making hash tags
Bout time to beat up the beat again
Bout time I bring up my fee again
They get mad I ain't seeing them
Beautiful women, I'm seeing them
Think these rappers getting pms
Player hater got a heap of them
Fanbase deep, like a D and M
All my flows they stealing them
I be a goat they sheep and them
Try jump in our boat, come in our camp, I smell fish, BCF
That's living barry
Whipping cities like a British cabbie
Never ever see me dilly dally
She got a back and that shit a fatty
Swear to god nearly killed me
She barely fit in the building
I barely fit into the scene
But they still be giving me bills please
Hanging with mums I'm a true g
I might just buy her some sushi
I might just cop her some louis
One day when my pockets is gooey
One day when my pockets is fatter
I might cop a watch but it's obvious that
I be plotting for total domination
Can't you see it I'm an abomination
I am not patient bitch I'm the doc
Like I was dre, but you is a flop
Get off the cock, look at the clock
I think it's time, you getting lost
Peace, tie-dye
Ladies love how I rhyme like (Ooh)
Tryna get on my line like (Ooh)
But i isn't no wifi
No, you can't connect
Pass the mic and then pass that cheque
Whipping rhythms in the kitchen with em got em
Cooking up like this is MasterChef
I feel like an Aussie legend
I'm mark Webber you a half stepper
I'm a bar setter I'm a star better get a
Heart check up cause I'm full of fat
They all talking like they good at rap
I think you lying you good at that
Try to flex but you looking wack
Coulda woulda and you shoulda lad
Dirty Nike beaters on my feet
Baby only roll with freaks
And I ain't slept in a week
That's my mo
Never looking weak
I'm combustion on a beat
And I'm blowing up the streets
With this ammo
They mad that I popped
I'm back to the top
I'm hot cause I'm fly
You ain't cause you not
Ya girl look like she Pauline Hanson
Pippin on the rock
My girly look like nuclear fission
She lookin bomb
In feb, I dropped a bomb
Next year I drop a planet
I'm spinning rings around em like Saturn
Because I plan it
Bet you didn't catch that
Brissy on the map lad
I be making cash
These rappers be making hash tags
Writer: Toby Nicholls
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