I'm gone so berserk that I took off my shirt, ya
Getting dangerous with words, ay
I'm getting dangerous with verbs, uh
I'm using grammar in the wrong way, ya
I'm slurring to curse, uh
I'm sorry that I'm faded when I'm in the booth
Otherwise it won't work
So hard that I took off my shirt
I popped some molly so this shit would work
I just go too hard, till they even get purpose
Motherf*ckers re-evaluate service
Passion inside of me burning, uh
It taking me back to the purpose, uh
My haters vibes coming back out
And the roots of the evil is counting the surface, uh
I feel like I'm Anakin, bitch, with the Palpatine bitch
And I'm coming to hurt him
Fry man
Hitting the cook in the kitchen
A hook in a whip and a hook in the Bye Man
She not gonna tell me
She flirt with the boy and she get it
I just been feeling real sickly
I'm just gon tell her, "Your Honor
That I couldn't leave me a witness"
I just get back with the bitches
Baby she wanna just talk to me
I'm gonna tell her to switch it
First I gave the bitch my number
Right away the bitch hit me
I just let her know it's good
On that molly I'm not tripping
All I really count is digits
I get that molly, I Skip it, uh
She wanna take me, then riddle, uh
I put the back in, I get it, uh
I get her back in a Birkin, uh
Feel like I'm packing her with it, ah
All I really do is count counterfeit bills, it's anything to pitch in
Ariana Grande pivot
Yeah, ima blow that bitch up, uh
Feel like new Pawny, rile up
Bet I gotta hit that just like I'm tapped in
You know I've been rocking that Ritalin
Boy, if you not copping, then hurry, uh
If you not cupping, then hurry, uh
I just wake up in a hurry, uh
I got the alarm clock going off, bitch
I can't even wake up and it's dirty, uh
I got the styrofoam going off, bitch
And I couldn't even cause it's too early, uh
I got the Demogorgon looking at me, bitch
And it's f*cking up, ride, it's early
'014, got the blue suede on my f*cking feet, yeah
Hell can wait, yeah, on my f*cking feet
Wanna rock with the kid and I couldn't even be scared of your wrist
Only thing that could ever damage me or f*ck with my head was that only one bitch
If she staying out of my life then none of you motherf*ckers testing me and it's quick, yeah, uh
Yeah I'm goated up, can't talk to me bitch
Yeah I'm goated up, can't talk to the one
Yeah I'm goated up, can't talk to the kid
Yeah I'm goated up, can't talk to me, huh, yeah
F*ck a comment section
F*ck a TV screen
They don't know DXR, bitch, that's why they ain't riding with me
If they knew the vision then maybe they would try to get on the team
DXR - Ray Liotta (feat. Vale-Smith) Lyrics
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I'm gone so berserk that I took off my shirt, ya
Getting dangerous with words, ay
I'm getting dangerous with verbs, uh
I'm using grammar in the wrong way, ya
I'm slurring to curse, uh
I'm sorry that I'm faded when I'm in the booth
Otherwise it won't work
So hard that I took off my shirt
I popped some molly so this shit would work
I just go too hard, till they even get purpose
Motherf*ckers re-evaluate service
Passion inside of me burning, uh
It taking me back to the purpose, uh
My haters vibes coming back out
And the roots of the evil is counting the surface, uh
I feel like I'm Anakin, bitch, with the Palpatine bitch
And I'm coming to hurt him
Fry man
Hitting the cook in the kitchen
A hook in a whip and a hook in the Bye Man
She not gonna tell me
She flirt with the boy and she get it
I just been feeling real sickly
I'm just gon tell her, "Your Honor
That I couldn't leave me a witness"
I just get back with the bitches
Baby she wanna just talk to me
I'm gonna tell her to switch it
First I gave the bitch my number
Right away the bitch hit me
I just let her know it's good
On that molly I'm not tripping
All I really count is digits
I get that molly, I Skip it, uh
She wanna take me, then riddle, uh
I put the back in, I get it, uh
I get her back in a Birkin, uh
Feel like I'm packing her with it, ah
All I really do is count counterfeit bills, it's anything to pitch in
Ariana Grande pivot
Yeah, ima blow that bitch up, uh
Feel like new Pawny, rile up
Bet I gotta hit that just like I'm tapped in
You know I've been rocking that Ritalin
Boy, if you not copping, then hurry, uh
If you not cupping, then hurry, uh
I just wake up in a hurry, uh
I got the alarm clock going off, bitch
I can't even wake up and it's dirty, uh
I got the styrofoam going off, bitch
And I couldn't even cause it's too early, uh
I got the Demogorgon looking at me, bitch
And it's f*cking up, ride, it's early
'014, got the blue suede on my f*cking feet, yeah
Hell can wait, yeah, on my f*cking feet
Wanna rock with the kid and I couldn't even be scared of your wrist
Only thing that could ever damage me or f*ck with my head was that only one bitch
If she staying out of my life then none of you motherf*ckers testing me and it's quick, yeah, uh
Yeah I'm goated up, can't talk to me bitch
Yeah I'm goated up, can't talk to the one
Yeah I'm goated up, can't talk to the kid
Yeah I'm goated up, can't talk to me, huh, yeah
F*ck a comment section
F*ck a TV screen
They don't know DXR, bitch, that's why they ain't riding with me
If they knew the vision then maybe they would try to get on the team
Getting dangerous with words, ay
I'm getting dangerous with verbs, uh
I'm using grammar in the wrong way, ya
I'm slurring to curse, uh
I'm sorry that I'm faded when I'm in the booth
Otherwise it won't work
So hard that I took off my shirt
I popped some molly so this shit would work
I just go too hard, till they even get purpose
Motherf*ckers re-evaluate service
Passion inside of me burning, uh
It taking me back to the purpose, uh
My haters vibes coming back out
And the roots of the evil is counting the surface, uh
I feel like I'm Anakin, bitch, with the Palpatine bitch
And I'm coming to hurt him
Fry man
Hitting the cook in the kitchen
A hook in a whip and a hook in the Bye Man
She not gonna tell me
She flirt with the boy and she get it
I just been feeling real sickly
I'm just gon tell her, "Your Honor
That I couldn't leave me a witness"
I just get back with the bitches
Baby she wanna just talk to me
I'm gonna tell her to switch it
First I gave the bitch my number
Right away the bitch hit me
I just let her know it's good
On that molly I'm not tripping
All I really count is digits
I get that molly, I Skip it, uh
She wanna take me, then riddle, uh
I put the back in, I get it, uh
I get her back in a Birkin, uh
Feel like I'm packing her with it, ah
All I really do is count counterfeit bills, it's anything to pitch in
Ariana Grande pivot
Yeah, ima blow that bitch up, uh
Feel like new Pawny, rile up
Bet I gotta hit that just like I'm tapped in
You know I've been rocking that Ritalin
Boy, if you not copping, then hurry, uh
If you not cupping, then hurry, uh
I just wake up in a hurry, uh
I got the alarm clock going off, bitch
I can't even wake up and it's dirty, uh
I got the styrofoam going off, bitch
And I couldn't even cause it's too early, uh
I got the Demogorgon looking at me, bitch
And it's f*cking up, ride, it's early
'014, got the blue suede on my f*cking feet, yeah
Hell can wait, yeah, on my f*cking feet
Wanna rock with the kid and I couldn't even be scared of your wrist
Only thing that could ever damage me or f*ck with my head was that only one bitch
If she staying out of my life then none of you motherf*ckers testing me and it's quick, yeah, uh
Yeah I'm goated up, can't talk to me bitch
Yeah I'm goated up, can't talk to the one
Yeah I'm goated up, can't talk to the kid
Yeah I'm goated up, can't talk to me, huh, yeah
F*ck a comment section
F*ck a TV screen
They don't know DXR, bitch, that's why they ain't riding with me
If they knew the vision then maybe they would try to get on the team
Writer: David Rowe
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid