Yo
One two one two
Yo yo yo yo yo
Yo yo
Cruise control this be that melodrama
Pop a filter on it 60 frame it with my java
I want no drama
She was a bomba
To good to use a comma
I will probably die from all this rawness
Uh
Chin up to low down I come round
I be where the bass at based with base heads
Make waves and not war its straight swords
Down in nasty nash where we ate with Lopez
It's budwise ya tech guy the mac type
Surfing on the net keep an eye for great whites
Grab slice of my pie when I chime
Crumble my direction feel the bitch with allspice
Fresh shit that don't quit with loud spliffs
Haters gonna hate motha f*cka's can hold this
F*ck the coppers they the robbers with scape goats
Eat the power bill snag the currency get ghost
Sessions on
Sessions on
Sessions on sessions
Sessions on
Sessions on sessions
The truth is free
Sessions on
Sessions on
Sessions on sessions
Sessions
Sessions on sessions
We bringng that shit yo
We aint dont yet
I'ma have to
I want that freedom
You feel me
Yo
Had dat
Had dat
Got dat
Got that crucial flow crucial taunt
Lava over counter megadosious aye yo my pack be potent
I was in flight by midnight I touched down
Uber to ya stu where we rec with these sounds
Roll up with no deal and paid bills
Hands on and peel skins with these skills
Low budget flick when I kick this
Mob for hella seasons
Cream rising like bisquick
Well I'm f*cking up ya daws
Your favorite rappers sings my song
Steady as she goes while I rack this cataolog
Yo I made this shit in my Atp B
Owning all my masters had to get my ends G
Game out the window while I hit this indo
Yo Return of nice pen was clicking like Nintendo
Who let ya mans in
I came in peace slim
But on this track I got no friends
Possessed by the hip hop
To greats that I give props
For cray crays to Pete Rock to off the tip top
I came through with wild styles
A joint for the profile
Groovy little number sprinting nugs in warehouses
Stupid shit that most cats can't hang with
Skate past exude vibes the language
Monsieur Jovoni - Roundhouse (feat. SWAAMP) Lyrics
Monsieur Jovoni - Roundhouse (feat. SWAAMP) Lyrics
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Yo
One two one two
Yo yo yo yo yo
Yo yo
Cruise control this be that melodrama
Pop a filter on it 60 frame it with my java
I want no drama
She was a bomba
To good to use a comma
I will probably die from all this rawness
Uh
Chin up to low down I come round
I be where the bass at based with base heads
Make waves and not war its straight swords
Down in nasty nash where we ate with Lopez
It's budwise ya tech guy the mac type
Surfing on the net keep an eye for great whites
Grab slice of my pie when I chime
Crumble my direction feel the bitch with allspice
Fresh shit that don't quit with loud spliffs
Haters gonna hate motha f*cka's can hold this
F*ck the coppers they the robbers with scape goats
Eat the power bill snag the currency get ghost
Sessions on
Sessions on
Sessions on sessions
Sessions on
Sessions on sessions
The truth is free
Sessions on
Sessions on
Sessions on sessions
Sessions
Sessions on sessions
We bringng that shit yo
We aint dont yet
I'ma have to
I want that freedom
You feel me
Yo
Had dat
Had dat
Got dat
Got that crucial flow crucial taunt
Lava over counter megadosious aye yo my pack be potent
I was in flight by midnight I touched down
Uber to ya stu where we rec with these sounds
Roll up with no deal and paid bills
Hands on and peel skins with these skills
Low budget flick when I kick this
Mob for hella seasons
Cream rising like bisquick
Well I'm f*cking up ya daws
Your favorite rappers sings my song
Steady as she goes while I rack this cataolog
Yo I made this shit in my Atp B
Owning all my masters had to get my ends G
Game out the window while I hit this indo
Yo Return of nice pen was clicking like Nintendo
Who let ya mans in
I came in peace slim
But on this track I got no friends
Possessed by the hip hop
To greats that I give props
For cray crays to Pete Rock to off the tip top
I came through with wild styles
A joint for the profile
Groovy little number sprinting nugs in warehouses
Stupid shit that most cats can't hang with
Skate past exude vibes the language
One two one two
Yo yo yo yo yo
Yo yo
Cruise control this be that melodrama
Pop a filter on it 60 frame it with my java
I want no drama
She was a bomba
To good to use a comma
I will probably die from all this rawness
Uh
Chin up to low down I come round
I be where the bass at based with base heads
Make waves and not war its straight swords
Down in nasty nash where we ate with Lopez
It's budwise ya tech guy the mac type
Surfing on the net keep an eye for great whites
Grab slice of my pie when I chime
Crumble my direction feel the bitch with allspice
Fresh shit that don't quit with loud spliffs
Haters gonna hate motha f*cka's can hold this
F*ck the coppers they the robbers with scape goats
Eat the power bill snag the currency get ghost
Sessions on
Sessions on
Sessions on sessions
Sessions on
Sessions on sessions
The truth is free
Sessions on
Sessions on
Sessions on sessions
Sessions
Sessions on sessions
We bringng that shit yo
We aint dont yet
I'ma have to
I want that freedom
You feel me
Yo
Had dat
Had dat
Got dat
Got that crucial flow crucial taunt
Lava over counter megadosious aye yo my pack be potent
I was in flight by midnight I touched down
Uber to ya stu where we rec with these sounds
Roll up with no deal and paid bills
Hands on and peel skins with these skills
Low budget flick when I kick this
Mob for hella seasons
Cream rising like bisquick
Well I'm f*cking up ya daws
Your favorite rappers sings my song
Steady as she goes while I rack this cataolog
Yo I made this shit in my Atp B
Owning all my masters had to get my ends G
Game out the window while I hit this indo
Yo Return of nice pen was clicking like Nintendo
Who let ya mans in
I came in peace slim
But on this track I got no friends
Possessed by the hip hop
To greats that I give props
For cray crays to Pete Rock to off the tip top
I came through with wild styles
A joint for the profile
Groovy little number sprinting nugs in warehouses
Stupid shit that most cats can't hang with
Skate past exude vibes the language
Writer: Jovon Miller
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