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Consistently Inconsistent Video (MV)




Performed By: Deniro Farrar
Language: English
Length: 3:40
Written by: DENIRO FARRAR, MARC SPANO
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Deniro Farrar - Consistently Inconsistent Lyrics




My name is Gemini three two yeah
That ain't right ain't right
Ride with my style

Cirplane low airplane low airplane low
Mad to the scale
Cirplane low airplane low airplane low
The one that just be cold
Cirplane low airplane low airplane low
Gotta light the minifold
Cirplane low airplane low airplane low

Bimbo you too simple to get down with this here
Fords come shit run my town up in here
Be cool cause we a 10 down up in here
Mean tribe nigga you can come around up in here

I'm a fool I ain't f*cking round up in here
Too precise for defeat nigga check my technique
On the street I'm known as that nigga with them verses
My old lady even tribe she don't wear designer purses

What you thought a nigga was a motherf*cking dummy
Rock destroy Chucks and I act kinda slummy
Blowing all the cheddar I ain't saving up the money
On the cash like a bumblebee flop to the honey

Get a clue my nigga you don't even know the hash
She was supposed to be my equal but ain't even know the math
Get the picture nigga do you need a better grasp
On the concept running through these packs like a contest

Ride with my love
Cirplane low airplane low airplane low
Mad to the floor
Cirplane low airplane low airplane low
Money just for cold
Cirplane low airplane low airplane low

Come on now now now everybody don't speak at once
You mean to tell me out of all you motherf*ckers in here
Don't nobody know jack shit
Don't nobody know nothing

Get offended by this
Nigga be acting like bitches man
Somebody got to know something what's going on
Y'all in your place man you on Joe's butt

F*cked up big time
You're incapable of running this shit
Y'all in your place man taking care of business with that

If I was what if I was what
Say it again what'd you say
Y'all in your face but they want your spot
That's what I thought you said

Cause that's what I got right now
Y'all in your face but they want your spot
I'm eating lobster meditating on the yacht
Cin't the type to rap about some shit that I ain't got

Niggas always gassing rappers acting like they hot
But let the truth be told you really not
What you think you is but that ain't my business
Niggas get offended then they get in they business

If you ain't my tribe we can't have no business
Billing at the straw and tell me what you billing
Niggas is bitches they killing over women

Let me stop the track so I can wipe my tears
Tears that I shed for the one no longer here
Like Corbin cvery Don't Get Real and Wheel
Now I understand why the Shaq be popping pills

Industry is fake but my life so real
Cll my niggas getting killed that's why I'm riding with my steel
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English

My name is Gemini three two yeah
That ain't right ain't right
Ride with my style

Cirplane low airplane low airplane low
Mad to the scale
Cirplane low airplane low airplane low
The one that just be cold
Cirplane low airplane low airplane low
Gotta light the minifold
Cirplane low airplane low airplane low

Bimbo you too simple to get down with this here
Fords come shit run my town up in here
Be cool cause we a 10 down up in here
Mean tribe nigga you can come around up in here

I'm a fool I ain't f*cking round up in here
Too precise for defeat nigga check my technique
On the street I'm known as that nigga with them verses
My old lady even tribe she don't wear designer purses

What you thought a nigga was a motherf*cking dummy
Rock destroy Chucks and I act kinda slummy
Blowing all the cheddar I ain't saving up the money
On the cash like a bumblebee flop to the honey

Get a clue my nigga you don't even know the hash
She was supposed to be my equal but ain't even know the math
Get the picture nigga do you need a better grasp
On the concept running through these packs like a contest

Ride with my love
Cirplane low airplane low airplane low
Mad to the floor
Cirplane low airplane low airplane low
Money just for cold
Cirplane low airplane low airplane low

Come on now now now everybody don't speak at once
You mean to tell me out of all you motherf*ckers in here
Don't nobody know jack shit
Don't nobody know nothing

Get offended by this
Nigga be acting like bitches man
Somebody got to know something what's going on
Y'all in your place man you on Joe's butt

F*cked up big time
You're incapable of running this shit
Y'all in your place man taking care of business with that

If I was what if I was what
Say it again what'd you say
Y'all in your face but they want your spot
That's what I thought you said

Cause that's what I got right now
Y'all in your face but they want your spot
I'm eating lobster meditating on the yacht
Cin't the type to rap about some shit that I ain't got

Niggas always gassing rappers acting like they hot
But let the truth be told you really not
What you think you is but that ain't my business
Niggas get offended then they get in they business

If you ain't my tribe we can't have no business
Billing at the straw and tell me what you billing
Niggas is bitches they killing over women

Let me stop the track so I can wipe my tears
Tears that I shed for the one no longer here
Like Corbin cvery Don't Get Real and Wheel
Now I understand why the Shaq be popping pills

Industry is fake but my life so real
Cll my niggas getting killed that's why I'm riding with my steel
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Writer: DENIRO FARRAR, MARC SPANO
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave


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