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Ain't For Everybody Video (MV)




Performed By: Heyse
Language: English
Length: 1:38
Written by: Brandon Woolfolk




Heyse - Ain't For Everybody Lyrics
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This rap **** ain't for everybody
But y'all ain't tryna hear all that,
Giving anybody with a little rhyme a chance to rap,
I came to bring it back,
That shit that'll make you rewind the track,
"****, what that ***** say!?"
Hijack fans, from out your hands
My plan is to take over your operation,
Like Taliban,
Never let a ***** see your whole hand,
I'm scrambling for cheese,
Industry be egging ****** on,
Be searching for answers,
I romance the mic,
You little tikes,
Don't keep it warm,
I keep it hot,
No warning signs,
Keep getting them dollar signs,
Your chick can't look into my eyes,
I might just leave her hypnotized,
And she looking like a prize,
Too official with the lines,
I just blow the whistle,
When these haters stepping out of line
And yea, you'll have a lot of them,
They don't like it when you win,
They be blue like Dory,
While they plotting
I just give em fin,
You wish my reign would end,
I bet,
I do this shit like Nike checks,
Sporting all these flows,
All the old heads, give me mad respect
And all these bad joints, tryna give the neck,
But I think with head on shoulders,
Stead of up inside that dress,
Let me steam press the game,
Straighten ****** up,
I see you stiffening up,
Mad as ****,
That I run amok,
Shit
Outro:
That's just a lil warm-up,
Wake y'all ******* up real quick,
I may start slow but i catch up quick,
We can only go up from here,
I'm within reach now,
Time to let y'all see what y'all been missing all this time
DMV, what up?
Black on Black
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This rap **** ain't for everybody
But y'all ain't tryna hear all that,
Giving anybody with a little rhyme a chance to rap,
I came to bring it back,
That shit that'll make you rewind the track,
"****, what that ***** say!?"
Hijack fans, from out your hands
My plan is to take over your operation,
Like Taliban,
Never let a ***** see your whole hand,
I'm scrambling for cheese,
Industry be egging ****** on,
Be searching for answers,
I romance the mic,
You little tikes,
Don't keep it warm,
I keep it hot,
No warning signs,
Keep getting them dollar signs,
Your chick can't look into my eyes,
I might just leave her hypnotized,
And she looking like a prize,
Too official with the lines,
I just blow the whistle,
When these haters stepping out of line
And yea, you'll have a lot of them,
They don't like it when you win,
They be blue like Dory,
While they plotting
I just give em fin,
You wish my reign would end,
I bet,
I do this shit like Nike checks,
Sporting all these flows,
All the old heads, give me mad respect
And all these bad joints, tryna give the neck,
But I think with head on shoulders,
Stead of up inside that dress,
Let me steam press the game,
Straighten ****** up,
I see you stiffening up,
Mad as ****,
That I run amok,
Shit
Outro:
That's just a lil warm-up,
Wake y'all ******* up real quick,
I may start slow but i catch up quick,
We can only go up from here,
I'm within reach now,
Time to let y'all see what y'all been missing all this time
DMV, what up?
Black on Black
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Writer: Brandon Woolfolk
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