Blunderbuss these bumble f*cks
Hit em wit a uppercut
Tell these lil xanny f*cks to pull they lil panties up
Trynna get the ante up
MD what I rep
Flow game dirty
Give these swaggerjackers strep
Stroke so good, its a lobotomy
She go up and down like an economy
Ass up in the club, let's do some aerial sodomy
I backstroke thru solid seas
I float in dem stone oceans
Yo tracks is comin impotent
And Sagey so important, and so potent wit the flow
You would never know
Sagey F Baby, and the F is for finagle
Find a jewish bitch, and spread the cream cheese on her bagel
Whoa, no
He's young and fresh, wit a dirty old flow
Danny Phantom, he finna go ghost
He's goin big, let's make a big toast, whoa!
Aye
This beat jiggy as f*ck, thought you could beat me
You fresh outta luck
I'm bout to gun this next shit
Bustin on her forehead, I'm a sapiosexual
I'm the best around, f*ck staying contextual
Chefin in the kitchen, and this shit get scary
Whippin wit the flames, like I'm Guy Fieri
Poppin these power geysers, I Bogard like Terry
Y'all raps is sweet as hell, you need to pop the cherry
Runnin wit the game, and I'm feelin like Sonic
Smokin on that chronic, and my arm is bionic
Winter solider, I'm punching thru all these boulders
Better call The Thing, cause I'm bout to fight
I'm high as f*ck and can't get enough
Whippin in the subie, me and Frank overtake
Workin over time, me and Trell wake & bake
And I don't f*ck wit these heefers
I heard there was a lot at steak
And y'all is the prototype, new model but same make
And I don't have a damn snake movin thru my grass
I burnt that muthaf*cka up, and I ain't leave no tracks
An arsonist who harkens the vibes of Galileo
A silver tongue Shakespeare, who moves pawns on the say so
Wolf child, I'm Beo
McChicken without the mayo
In the studio, Yeyo
I'm makin it like some playdough
This is that crack music
Buckle up and knuckle up, I'm bringing brusies
Hustling until I live my life on crusies
I'm never spittin phony
Y'all verses need macaroni
My life is sweet like Zack, and the team is on deck like Cody, nigga
Sage - Dirt Lyrics
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Blunderbuss these bumble f*cks
Hit em wit a uppercut
Tell these lil xanny f*cks to pull they lil panties up
Trynna get the ante up
MD what I rep
Flow game dirty
Give these swaggerjackers strep
Stroke so good, its a lobotomy
She go up and down like an economy
Ass up in the club, let's do some aerial sodomy
I backstroke thru solid seas
I float in dem stone oceans
Yo tracks is comin impotent
And Sagey so important, and so potent wit the flow
You would never know
Sagey F Baby, and the F is for finagle
Find a jewish bitch, and spread the cream cheese on her bagel
Whoa, no
He's young and fresh, wit a dirty old flow
Danny Phantom, he finna go ghost
He's goin big, let's make a big toast, whoa!
Aye
This beat jiggy as f*ck, thought you could beat me
You fresh outta luck
I'm bout to gun this next shit
Bustin on her forehead, I'm a sapiosexual
I'm the best around, f*ck staying contextual
Chefin in the kitchen, and this shit get scary
Whippin wit the flames, like I'm Guy Fieri
Poppin these power geysers, I Bogard like Terry
Y'all raps is sweet as hell, you need to pop the cherry
Runnin wit the game, and I'm feelin like Sonic
Smokin on that chronic, and my arm is bionic
Winter solider, I'm punching thru all these boulders
Better call The Thing, cause I'm bout to fight
I'm high as f*ck and can't get enough
Whippin in the subie, me and Frank overtake
Workin over time, me and Trell wake & bake
And I don't f*ck wit these heefers
I heard there was a lot at steak
And y'all is the prototype, new model but same make
And I don't have a damn snake movin thru my grass
I burnt that muthaf*cka up, and I ain't leave no tracks
An arsonist who harkens the vibes of Galileo
A silver tongue Shakespeare, who moves pawns on the say so
Wolf child, I'm Beo
McChicken without the mayo
In the studio, Yeyo
I'm makin it like some playdough
This is that crack music
Buckle up and knuckle up, I'm bringing brusies
Hustling until I live my life on crusies
I'm never spittin phony
Y'all verses need macaroni
My life is sweet like Zack, and the team is on deck like Cody, nigga
Hit em wit a uppercut
Tell these lil xanny f*cks to pull they lil panties up
Trynna get the ante up
MD what I rep
Flow game dirty
Give these swaggerjackers strep
Stroke so good, its a lobotomy
She go up and down like an economy
Ass up in the club, let's do some aerial sodomy
I backstroke thru solid seas
I float in dem stone oceans
Yo tracks is comin impotent
And Sagey so important, and so potent wit the flow
You would never know
Sagey F Baby, and the F is for finagle
Find a jewish bitch, and spread the cream cheese on her bagel
Whoa, no
He's young and fresh, wit a dirty old flow
Danny Phantom, he finna go ghost
He's goin big, let's make a big toast, whoa!
Aye
This beat jiggy as f*ck, thought you could beat me
You fresh outta luck
I'm bout to gun this next shit
Bustin on her forehead, I'm a sapiosexual
I'm the best around, f*ck staying contextual
Chefin in the kitchen, and this shit get scary
Whippin wit the flames, like I'm Guy Fieri
Poppin these power geysers, I Bogard like Terry
Y'all raps is sweet as hell, you need to pop the cherry
Runnin wit the game, and I'm feelin like Sonic
Smokin on that chronic, and my arm is bionic
Winter solider, I'm punching thru all these boulders
Better call The Thing, cause I'm bout to fight
I'm high as f*ck and can't get enough
Whippin in the subie, me and Frank overtake
Workin over time, me and Trell wake & bake
And I don't f*ck wit these heefers
I heard there was a lot at steak
And y'all is the prototype, new model but same make
And I don't have a damn snake movin thru my grass
I burnt that muthaf*cka up, and I ain't leave no tracks
An arsonist who harkens the vibes of Galileo
A silver tongue Shakespeare, who moves pawns on the say so
Wolf child, I'm Beo
McChicken without the mayo
In the studio, Yeyo
I'm makin it like some playdough
This is that crack music
Buckle up and knuckle up, I'm bringing brusies
Hustling until I live my life on crusies
I'm never spittin phony
Y'all verses need macaroni
My life is sweet like Zack, and the team is on deck like Cody, nigga
Writer: Robert Foyles
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid