In the booth cooking hit
I'm on fire feel the heat
You wanna eat
You gon have a enough
To f*cking eat
I'm in the lab
I just got a banga off this beat
I see you nervous
It just made your heart skip a beat
In the booth cooking hit
I'm on fire feel the heat
You wanna eat
You gon have a enough
To f*cking eat
I'm in the lab
I just got a banga off this beat
I see you nervous
It just made your heart skip a beat
When I was writing this verse
The only thing on my mind was Racks
Racks
A whole lot of cash
Hold my hustle tight
I got no room for slacks
Wey I never get this billions
How can I afford to relax
No
Thomas Muller for the backs
Turned cocaina into cracks
Niggas still live in past
While outchea living so fast
G2 call me Mr Rarri
Cox I hit that pussy fast
I'm the I in her O
Nigga do the f*cking maths
You big mad
In the booth cooking hit
I'm on fire feel the heat
You wanna eat
You gon have a enough
To f*cking eat
I'm in the lab
I just got a banga off this beat
I see you nervous
It just made your heart skip a beat
In the booth cooking hit
I'm on fire feel the heat
You wanna eat
You gon have a enough
To f*cking eat
I'm in the lab
I just got a banga off this beat
I see you nervous
It just made your heart skip a beat
She knows that I'm flooded
Like I'm Migos (I'm flooded)
When I shoot I'm scoring
Like I'm Figo
E never clear for their eyes
Like Albino
My niggas Alobam
Like I'm phyno
I let the money possess me
Hell gonna froze to impress me
Pussy niggas tryna vex me
They out here muscle flexing
Na you go shop stone
If you tryna test me
No ones gonna make it out
Alive of life
So all we do is f*cking multiply
Nigga I done make the sacrifice
If I ever priced
Bitch I already f*cking
Paid the price
Booth cooking hit
I'm on fire feel the heat
I just got a banga off this beat
And it made your heart skip a beat
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Nizzy F - Skip a beat Lyrics
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English
In the booth cooking hit
I'm on fire feel the heat
You wanna eat
You gon have a enough
To f*cking eat
I'm in the lab
I just got a banga off this beat
I see you nervous
It just made your heart skip a beat
In the booth cooking hit
I'm on fire feel the heat
You wanna eat
You gon have a enough
To f*cking eat
I'm in the lab
I just got a banga off this beat
I see you nervous
It just made your heart skip a beat
When I was writing this verse
The only thing on my mind was Racks
Racks
A whole lot of cash
Hold my hustle tight
I got no room for slacks
Wey I never get this billions
How can I afford to relax
No
Thomas Muller for the backs
Turned cocaina into cracks
Niggas still live in past
While outchea living so fast
G2 call me Mr Rarri
Cox I hit that pussy fast
I'm the I in her O
Nigga do the f*cking maths
You big mad
In the booth cooking hit
I'm on fire feel the heat
You wanna eat
You gon have a enough
To f*cking eat
I'm in the lab
I just got a banga off this beat
I see you nervous
It just made your heart skip a beat
In the booth cooking hit
I'm on fire feel the heat
You wanna eat
You gon have a enough
To f*cking eat
I'm in the lab
I just got a banga off this beat
I see you nervous
It just made your heart skip a beat
She knows that I'm flooded
Like I'm Migos (I'm flooded)
When I shoot I'm scoring
Like I'm Figo
E never clear for their eyes
Like Albino
My niggas Alobam
Like I'm phyno
I let the money possess me
Hell gonna froze to impress me
Pussy niggas tryna vex me
They out here muscle flexing
Na you go shop stone
If you tryna test me
No ones gonna make it out
Alive of life
So all we do is f*cking multiply
Nigga I done make the sacrifice
If I ever priced
Bitch I already f*cking
Paid the price
Booth cooking hit
I'm on fire feel the heat
I just got a banga off this beat
And it made your heart skip a beat
I'm on fire feel the heat
You wanna eat
You gon have a enough
To f*cking eat
I'm in the lab
I just got a banga off this beat
I see you nervous
It just made your heart skip a beat
In the booth cooking hit
I'm on fire feel the heat
You wanna eat
You gon have a enough
To f*cking eat
I'm in the lab
I just got a banga off this beat
I see you nervous
It just made your heart skip a beat
When I was writing this verse
The only thing on my mind was Racks
Racks
A whole lot of cash
Hold my hustle tight
I got no room for slacks
Wey I never get this billions
How can I afford to relax
No
Thomas Muller for the backs
Turned cocaina into cracks
Niggas still live in past
While outchea living so fast
G2 call me Mr Rarri
Cox I hit that pussy fast
I'm the I in her O
Nigga do the f*cking maths
You big mad
In the booth cooking hit
I'm on fire feel the heat
You wanna eat
You gon have a enough
To f*cking eat
I'm in the lab
I just got a banga off this beat
I see you nervous
It just made your heart skip a beat
In the booth cooking hit
I'm on fire feel the heat
You wanna eat
You gon have a enough
To f*cking eat
I'm in the lab
I just got a banga off this beat
I see you nervous
It just made your heart skip a beat
She knows that I'm flooded
Like I'm Migos (I'm flooded)
When I shoot I'm scoring
Like I'm Figo
E never clear for their eyes
Like Albino
My niggas Alobam
Like I'm phyno
I let the money possess me
Hell gonna froze to impress me
Pussy niggas tryna vex me
They out here muscle flexing
Na you go shop stone
If you tryna test me
No ones gonna make it out
Alive of life
So all we do is f*cking multiply
Nigga I done make the sacrifice
If I ever priced
Bitch I already f*cking
Paid the price
Booth cooking hit
I'm on fire feel the heat
I just got a banga off this beat
And it made your heart skip a beat
Writer: Goodluck Inari
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid