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Infinite (feat. King Kurt Raps) [Remix] Video (MV)




Performed By: YK
Length: 3:18
Written by: Yasin Kashubeck




YK - Infinite (feat. King Kurt Raps) [Remix] Lyrics




Yo Kurt YK up in here
All the others fear
I give back to my fans
Gonna make their year

Yo back together
To make sound
YK and I run rap
Into the ground

Got your girl
That pussy Ima pound
I don't take no ls
Just ask around

I'm like an OG
But nobody knows me
Got some money so
Homeless will leave me be

I'm the new rap king
Best Of the new century

YK and I
Be top of the charts
We don't give a f*ck
Tear this song apart

We've been together
From the start
We aim for the heart

Of the people
Cause we have a message
Bout to lock all these faggots up in a steeple

Savage tries to break out
Eminem thinks it's futile
Kanye cries alone
And lil pump thinks it's strait brutal

Now off to YK
For a little bit more
But for now
Ima jump into the core

Tracks so hot
All these bitches can't f*ck with it
My rhymin skill so high
Bitch it's motherf*cking infinite

If you f*ck with me you heard of school
I'll send you back to it
My rhymin skill so high
Bitch it's motherf*cking infinite

Tracks so hot
All these bitches can't f*ck with it
My rhymin skill so high
Bitch it's motherf*cking infinite

If you f*ck with me you heard of school
I'll send you back to it
My rhymin skill so high
Bitch it's motherf*cking infinite

Yo
How you think it feel
To be selling out all your stock
How you think it feel
Having them bitches on your cock

If you f*ck with me
I pull up to your f*cking block
Bout to rip your ribs out
Make you suck your own cock

Doing this rap shit
Just to get myself known
Can't count the amount of
Hot bitches I own

And Rakshit acts tough
But he's softer than foam
F*ck him
Let's replace him with ohm

So much ice
Yo my f*cking wrist frozen
So much ice
My f*cking wrist frozen

My style so smooth
And everybody knows it
You're style sucks golf balls
Through f*cking garden hoses

Verses like siracha
So f*cking spicy
Shooter bout to be a classic
Think not bitch fight me

Wrists so cold
Bitch that shit so icy
Now I'm running off this track
Lace my shoes up, Nike

Tracks so hot
All these bitches can't f*ck with it
My rhymin skill so high
Bitch it's motherf*cking infinite

If you f*ck with me you heard of school
I'll send you back to it
My rhymin skill so high
Bitch it's motherf*cking infinite

Tracks so hot
All these bitches can't f*ck with it
My rhymin skill so high
Bitch it's motherf*cking infinite

If you f*ck with me you heard of school
I'll send you back to it
My rhymin skill so high
Bitch it's motherf*cking infinite
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Yo Kurt YK up in here
All the others fear
I give back to my fans
Gonna make their year

Yo back together
To make sound
YK and I run rap
Into the ground

Got your girl
That pussy Ima pound
I don't take no ls
Just ask around

I'm like an OG
But nobody knows me
Got some money so
Homeless will leave me be

I'm the new rap king
Best Of the new century

YK and I
Be top of the charts
We don't give a f*ck
Tear this song apart

We've been together
From the start
We aim for the heart

Of the people
Cause we have a message
Bout to lock all these faggots up in a steeple

Savage tries to break out
Eminem thinks it's futile
Kanye cries alone
And lil pump thinks it's strait brutal

Now off to YK
For a little bit more
But for now
Ima jump into the core

Tracks so hot
All these bitches can't f*ck with it
My rhymin skill so high
Bitch it's motherf*cking infinite

If you f*ck with me you heard of school
I'll send you back to it
My rhymin skill so high
Bitch it's motherf*cking infinite

Tracks so hot
All these bitches can't f*ck with it
My rhymin skill so high
Bitch it's motherf*cking infinite

If you f*ck with me you heard of school
I'll send you back to it
My rhymin skill so high
Bitch it's motherf*cking infinite

Yo
How you think it feel
To be selling out all your stock
How you think it feel
Having them bitches on your cock

If you f*ck with me
I pull up to your f*cking block
Bout to rip your ribs out
Make you suck your own cock

Doing this rap shit
Just to get myself known
Can't count the amount of
Hot bitches I own

And Rakshit acts tough
But he's softer than foam
F*ck him
Let's replace him with ohm

So much ice
Yo my f*cking wrist frozen
So much ice
My f*cking wrist frozen

My style so smooth
And everybody knows it
You're style sucks golf balls
Through f*cking garden hoses

Verses like siracha
So f*cking spicy
Shooter bout to be a classic
Think not bitch fight me

Wrists so cold
Bitch that shit so icy
Now I'm running off this track
Lace my shoes up, Nike

Tracks so hot
All these bitches can't f*ck with it
My rhymin skill so high
Bitch it's motherf*cking infinite

If you f*ck with me you heard of school
I'll send you back to it
My rhymin skill so high
Bitch it's motherf*cking infinite

Tracks so hot
All these bitches can't f*ck with it
My rhymin skill so high
Bitch it's motherf*cking infinite

If you f*ck with me you heard of school
I'll send you back to it
My rhymin skill so high
Bitch it's motherf*cking infinite
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Writer: Yasin Kashubeck
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