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[Intro]
Drugs got me sweatin’, but the room gettin’ colder
Lookin’ at the devil and the angel on my shoulder
Will I die tonight? I don’t know, is it over?
Lookin’ for my next high, I’m lookin’ for closure

[Chorus]
Lean with me, pop with me
Get high with me if you rock with me
Smoke with me, drink with me
Fucked up liver with some bad kidneys
Lean with me, pop with me
Get high with me if you rock with me
Smoke with me, drink with me
Fucked up liver with some bad kidneys

[Verse 1]
Told her if I die I’ma die young
Every day I’ve been gettin’ fucked up
Finally know the difference between love and drugs
Shawty tell me I should really sober up
This shit ain’t fiction, it’s too real, too real
Fuck one dose, I need two pills, two pills
I’m lookin’ for trouble so I know I’m gonna find it
Ring, ring, plug hit my phone, perfect timin’
I know I’m not right
But I’m not wrong, no, I’m not wrong
Girl, you hate it when I’m too high
But that’s where I belong, where I belong

[Chorus]
Lean with me, pop with me
Get high with me if you rock with me
Smoke with me, drink with me
Fucked up liver with some bad kidneys
Lean with me, pop with me
Get high with me if you rock with me
Smoke with me, drink with me
Fucked up liver with some bad kidneys

[Verse 2]: Kalou
All my friends and all my bros they turned their back on me
When I’m winning they just come around and clap for me
They so bad for me, guarantee, they want me to die and bleed
She made me go cry and leave, now my demons flying free
Wanted me to lose but Kalou going up now (huh)
Might buy AF1’s and put them on my bro now (huh)
Might go buy a rollie shit might be a bust down
Mind your business don’t you come and poke your nose round
Cuz if you poke your nose, I’m playing ghost, I’m on a roll, I gotta go
But you can’t climb up on this slope because the path is for the woke
My only true friend is the lord above, I pray he keep my family up and I don’t fall to double cups, oh please don’t tell me time is up

[Chorus]
Lean with me, pop with me
Get high with me if you rock with me
Smoke with me, drink with me
Fucked up liver with some bad kidneys
Lean with me, pop with me
Get high with me if you rock with me
Smoke with me, drink with me
Fucked up liver with some bad kidneys (bad kidneys)

Paroles de la chanson Holla At Your Boy :
When you see me come around
I got you looking at me (got you looking at me)
I don’t need to spend my cash
Cos my swag’s not hard to see
Cos my swag don’t lie
You can’t deny
You feeling right yeah
You’ll be alright just being by my side

No need for fronting (fronting girl)
Let me tell you something (something girl)
No need for long thing, cos you feel so good just standing by my side

No need for fronting (fronting girl)
Let me tell you something (something girl)
No need for long thing, cos you feel so good just standing by my side

If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy

If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy

Hey girl
You got me thinking…there’s many things i can do to u
Hey girl
You got me wishing….I could take you home with me
Lets take one step at a time, 2 by noon
Be my girl, with you I rule
You are fresh and fly, don’t deny
Nothing feels better

No need for fronting (fronting girl)
Let me tell you something (something girl)
No need for long thing, cos you feel so good just standing by my side

No need for fronting (fronting girl)
Let me tell you something (something girl)
No need for long thing, cos you feel so good just standing by my side

If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy

Chilling with models….holla at your boy

If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy

If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy

If you up tonight and you feeling alright, holla at your boy (holla at your boy)
Your jeans sag low your fresh fly boy, holla at your boy (holla at your boy)
If you up tonight and you feeling alright, holla at your boy (holla at your boy)
You are a pretty fine girl and you got no boy, holla at your boy (holla at your boy)

No need for fronting (fronting girl)
Something (something girl)
Long thing, cos you feel so good just standing by my side
No need for fronting (fronting girl)
Something (something girl)
Long thing, cos you feel so good just standing by my side

If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy

If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy

If you see me drive by….
I got more swag…
I pop more bottles….
Chilling with models….

If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your bo

[Intro]
Better check your resources

[Chorus]
Yeah and I’ma shit on niggas in the winter (shit)
And when I go the war, I don’t surrender (bitch)
Yeah, and I don’t take a freaky bitch to dinner (ho)
Ooh, I been gettin’ money, you just a beginner

[Verse 1]
All that slick talkin’ that gon’ get yo’ head cracked
All my bitches gotta walk ’til they bring some bread back
And my soldiers can’t go home ’til they bring your head back
They took purple off the market but they brought the red back
I might jump up in that Maybach, just to let head back
I might run off on my plug and don’t bring the bread back
I remember way back, bro I’m talkin’ way back
And them pussy niggas runnin’ from me like a scared cat
When you run into them pussy nigga, tell ’em I said that
You might get your son back but can’t get his legs back
All that comin’ on Instagram, I read that
When I get through with yo’ bitch, you can get a head back
Thank you

[Chorus]
Yeah and I’ma shit on niggas in the winter (shit)
And when I go the war, I don’t surrender (bitch)
Yeah, and I don’t take a freaky bitch to dinner (ho)
Ooh, I been gettin’ money, you just a beginner (slow)

[Verse 2]
Boy, you think I’m really lyin’ on these songs? (ho)
You don’t think I really come up on them slums (no)
You don’t wanna see me pull up with them drums (ghost)
All that talkin’ and shit, I might cut your tongue (throat)
I been blockin’ that bitch when she hit my home (beep)
I be rockin’ that shit, it’s in my perform (gang-gang)
I be poppin’ that shit, oh she let it burn
We be tossin’ that bitch, we be takin’ turns
I don’t go nowhere without my Glock ho (hey)
I can’t go outside without my socks ho (uh)
I got bread on my line, I’m talkin’ ’bout guapo
I got the feds right behind me, time to hop over (nope)

[Chorus]
Yeah and I’ma shit on niggas in the winter (shit)
And when I go the war, I don’t surrender (bitch)
Yeah, and I don’t take a freaky bitch to dinner (ho)
Ooh, I been gettin’ money, you just a beginner (slow)

[Intro]
Motherfuckers talkin’ crazy (yeah)
Sayin’ I should quit (yeah)
I fuckin’ tell ’em make me (bitch)
Eat a fuckin’ dick (yeah)
I’m feelin’ like the greatest (woo)
Wanna be whoever did it
Mike Will the one who made it
It’s Shady on the lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m somewhat outlandish they say
You say we’re cut from the same cloth, but I guess you fabricate, eh?
You better bring more men than the Latter Day Saints
Manic states, Stephen Paddock with automatic stay sprayin’
At anything that may stand in they way
As I stand at the bay window with a hand grenade
And a tre eight, at the Mandalay Bay
Common sense, I’m a dollar short and a day late
James Holmes at the Saturday Batman matinee
Must have missed my cat-scan that day
I just threw a Tampax at Dre
Trashcan, Tascam and ashtray
I’m turning back to a madman, can’t take
Anymore but I try to get away from the anger and rage
My basic alias is an A to the K
Get your ass spayed like bidets breakin’ your legs
Ain’t givin’ ways ankle the ways
You chumps don’t even know how to do somethin’
To give goosebumps a day when you say
That somethin’ you won’t give someone a lump in their throat
If you had them choked up you’d be yankin’ my chain
Feelin’ like I’m headed for a padded cell, the
Bar for me what I rap isn’t fair but
Guess that’s the standard I’m held to
But if somethin’ like that doesn’t tell ya
You set a mark too high when platinum sales are
Looked at as a failure
Then you better take it back to the shelter
And Hamburger Helper, ’cause damn it I’m still the—

[Chorus]
Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world
No lie, I might be
The best to ever do it, the best to ever do it, the best to ever do it
I feel like the greatest
Woke up to honkies sounding like me
Never be as good, never be as good
Packing up wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white
But I’m the greatest

[Verse 2]
So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (what?)
Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (haha)
Wait, what was I just about to say?
Oh yeah, let me get this out the way
I know there’s people that are pissed about the way I misprounouced a name
“Die Antwoord!” Fuck, I still can’t say this shit, but how quickly they forget
Who the fuck I was now Ninja try to duck my slugs
To let ya girl get fucked by Muggs, I’d like to give a shout to Cypress
This can’t be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin’ to
Give you a shout—now get the fuck out my rhyme book!
No more shiners, already too much time tokin’ rappers
I hear you talkin’ shit, I’m just too big to respond to it
God forbid I forget, go and jump out the window
Somebody better child-proof it
‘Cause if I lose it we can rewind to some old Ja Rule shit
And I can remind motherfuckers I’ll do shit
You don’t got the tools, I got my toolkit, I bullshit you not
Y’all fools just forgot that I’m so fuckin’ awful with the thoughts
And when I’m hostile and impossible to stop
So you call it a nostril ’cause it’s not… gonna ever
I’ll never let up on the pedal, might as well get the mop
‘Cause I’m wipin’ everyone up in this genre
‘Cause on the mic I feel like I’m the—

[Chorus]
Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world
No lie, I might be
The best to ever do it, the best to ever do it, the best to ever do it
I feel like the greatest
Woke up to to honkies sounding like me
Never be as good, never be as good
Packing up wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white
But I’m the greatest

[Verse 3]
Oh yeah, and one more thing I want to mention (what?)
Is you’re one dimension
I’m a monkey wrench and I can flunk detention, I love contentions
So welcome to the gun convention
Muscles flexin’, gotta strut like a front suspension
And you just stuck the key up in the ignition
And gave me enough gas to flood my engine (yeah)
Psychopath, Michael’s Jack’s blowin’ up like a raft
I just slapped Vlad with a ISIS flag
Bet you I come back twice as bad (uh)
“Revival” didn’t go viral!
Denaun and Royce tell me that I should take the high road
Fuck that, I’m finna hit back
‘Til I run out of gun powder and split the scene
Hold the mic similar to pistol, squeeze
And I shoot from the hip when I grip them things
And my lips and the clips got the SIG lit like it’s nicotine
Trigger me and Slim gets mean
Bars are like bullets when I spit them schemes
That’s why I call the motherfuckers M-16’s
Float like a butterfly, I’m ‘onna sting like a bee
You ain’t harmin’ a thing
I get a day hard as I’m gonna swing
I’m gonna need to put my arm in a sling
But like a wedding band
You gotta be diamond to even climb in the ring
An anomaly, I’m Muhammad Ali
‘Cause I know one day I’m gonna be the—

[Chorus]
Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world
No lie, I might be
The best to ever do it, the best to ever do it, the best to ever do it
I feel like the greatest
Woke up to to honkies sounding like me
Never be as good, never be as good
Packing up wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white
But I’m the greatest

[Intro]
I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed
When the world gives you a raw deal
Set you off till you scream, “Piss off! Screw you!”
When it talks to you like you don’t belong
Or tells you you’re in the wrong field
When’s something’s in your mitochondrial
‘Cause it latched on to you, like—

[Verse 1]
Knock knock, let the devil in
Malevolent as I’ve ever been, head is spinnin’
This medicine’s screamin’, “L-l-l-let us in!”
L-l-lick like a salad bowl, Edgar Allen Poe
Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago
Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeleton’s meltin’
Wicked, I get all high when I think I’ve smelled the scent
Of elephant manure—hell, I meant Kahlúa
Screw it, to hell with it, I went through hell with accelerants
And blew up my-my-myself again
Volkswagen, tailspin, bucket matches my pale skin
Medal win, went from Hellmann’s and being rail thin
Filet-o-Fish, to Scribbles and Rap Olympics ’97 Freaknik
How can I be down? Me and Bizarre in Florida
Proof’s room slept on floor of the motel then
Dr. Dre said, “Hell yeah”
And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man
And I know they’re gonna hate
But I don’t care, I barely could wait
To hit them with the snare and the bass
Square in the face, this fuckin’ world better prepare to get laced
Because they’re gonna taste my—

[Chorus]
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bitten with the)
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bit with the)

[Verse 2]
I said knock knock, let the devil in
Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pen
Cocked, fuck around and catch a hot one
I-i-it’s evident I’m not done
V-venomous, the thought spun
Like your web and you just caught in ’em
Held against your will like a hubcap or a mud flap
Be strangled or attacked
So this ain’t gonna feel like a love tap
Eat painkiller pills, fuck a blood track
Like, what’s her name’s at the wheel? Danica Patrick
Throw the car into reverse at the Indy, end up crashin’
Into ya, the back of it – just mangled steel
My Mustang and your Jeep Wrangler grill
With the front smashed, much as my rear fender, assassin
Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi
Translation, I will probably kill us both
When I end up back in India
You ain’t gonna be able to tell what the fuck’s happening
To you when you’re bit with the—

[Chorus]
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bitten with the)
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bit with the)

[Verse 3]
I said knock knock, let the devil in
Alien, E-E-Elliot phone home
Ain’t no telling when this chokehold
On this game will end, I’m loco
Became a Symbiote, so
My fangs are in your throat, ho
You’re snake bitten with my—venom
With the ballpoint pen I’m
Gun cock, bump stock, devil eye, buckshot
Tied for the uppercut, tie a couple knots
Fired up a Glock, fire, juggernaut
Punk rock, bitches goin’ down like Yung Joc
‘Cause the Doc put me on like sunblock
Why the fuck not? You only get one shot
Ate shit ’til I can’t taste it
Chased it with straight liquor
Then paint thinner then drank ’til I faint
And I wait with a headache
And I take anything in rectangular shape
Then I wait to face the demons I’m bonded to
‘Cause they’re chasin’ me but I’m part of you
So escapin’ me is impossible
I latch onto you like a—parasite
And I probably ruined your parents’ life
And your childhood too
‘Cause if I’m the music that y’all grew up on
I’m responsible for you retarded fools
I’m the super villain Dad and Mom was losin’ their marbles too
You Marvel that? Eddie Brock is you
And I’m the suit, so call me—

[Chorus]
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bitten with the)
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bit with the)