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V MYSTERIO Video (MV)




Performed By: S€V
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: SV Akin




S€V - V MYSTERIO Lyrics
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You can hear the Gielas when I walk, feel like Jigga when I talk
Not your average nigga, I get green bigger than the Hulk
Platinum records in the vault, coulda been in GQ
The way I dressed in all black, my parents think I'm in a cult
Coulda been in vogue, nigga, niggas on my dick, pause
My Italian bitch, askin' me for Commes Des Garçons
Put five hundred on the trench coat, pen lethal like it's Death Note
I'm nothing like these rappers, I have way bigger balls
I meant way better bars
And a grey German car
I could never be a fraud, man you niggas try too hard
I do not believe the hype, can't get lost in the sauce
I do not need your applause, wipe my ass with your awards
I'm way too real for the scene though, still the people's hero
The vision came in COVID, mask on like Rey Mysterio
I go psycho with the microphone, feel like John Cena
Cos I'm so clear of you rappers, you can't see me with a microscope
Can't see me like you Stevie,
Swear this shit too easy
My young boy sell that white, he trap that Sydney Sweeney
I'm like Jordan in the three-peat
And the other three-peat
Had dinner at Scalini, spilled my wine in my linguine, f*ck it
Cos ignorance is bliss, never read a blog, man I just don't give a shit
Fashion week in London, I look better than the models
They should let me style 'em, man, these niggas wasting drip
I can't do the Twitter talk, if you see me better say it
Niggas gossip, Dan Humphrey, but won't say it to my face
Pull up in Retro 4s, like I'm playin' for Chicago
Split your wig quick, go back home watch the Sopranos
You can hear the Gielas when I walk, feel like Jigga when I talk
Not your average nigga, I get green bigger than the Hulk
Platinum records in the vault, coulda been in GQ
The way I dressed in all black, my parents think I'm in a cult
Coulda been in vogue, nigga, niggas on my dick, pause
My Italian bitch, askin' me for Commes Des Garçons
Put five hundred on the trench coat, pen lethal like it's Death Note
I'm nothing like these rappers, I have way bigger balls, uh
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You can hear the Gielas when I walk, feel like Jigga when I talk
Not your average nigga, I get green bigger than the Hulk
Platinum records in the vault, coulda been in GQ
The way I dressed in all black, my parents think I'm in a cult
Coulda been in vogue, nigga, niggas on my dick, pause
My Italian bitch, askin' me for Commes Des Garçons
Put five hundred on the trench coat, pen lethal like it's Death Note
I'm nothing like these rappers, I have way bigger balls
I meant way better bars
And a grey German car
I could never be a fraud, man you niggas try too hard
I do not believe the hype, can't get lost in the sauce
I do not need your applause, wipe my ass with your awards
I'm way too real for the scene though, still the people's hero
The vision came in COVID, mask on like Rey Mysterio
I go psycho with the microphone, feel like John Cena
Cos I'm so clear of you rappers, you can't see me with a microscope
Can't see me like you Stevie,
Swear this shit too easy
My young boy sell that white, he trap that Sydney Sweeney
I'm like Jordan in the three-peat
And the other three-peat
Had dinner at Scalini, spilled my wine in my linguine, f*ck it
Cos ignorance is bliss, never read a blog, man I just don't give a shit
Fashion week in London, I look better than the models
They should let me style 'em, man, these niggas wasting drip
I can't do the Twitter talk, if you see me better say it
Niggas gossip, Dan Humphrey, but won't say it to my face
Pull up in Retro 4s, like I'm playin' for Chicago
Split your wig quick, go back home watch the Sopranos
You can hear the Gielas when I walk, feel like Jigga when I talk
Not your average nigga, I get green bigger than the Hulk
Platinum records in the vault, coulda been in GQ
The way I dressed in all black, my parents think I'm in a cult
Coulda been in vogue, nigga, niggas on my dick, pause
My Italian bitch, askin' me for Commes Des Garçons
Put five hundred on the trench coat, pen lethal like it's Death Note
I'm nothing like these rappers, I have way bigger balls, uh
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Writer: SV Akin
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