paroles de chanson Paganini - KB , Andy Mineo , Canon

What you wanna do, act loco?
Hit 'em with the old to the flow
That I grew up on then I grew up on
I'm funny now how I flow for Hova
Heh, words twisted, but you know I'm sober
Never really been the type to pour up
When I get this thing going I don't like to slow up
Mouth movin' like a motor when I But I bet they won't stop me yodeling yo
Woo! I'mma show off every ability, God giving me to go off
And ain't nobody mad about the beauty of the Vatican and tabernacle
So, when I'm rapping you can add it in
Breakin' 'em with the shatter
They're gonna wanna put me in a place with pattern
I'mma damage 'em every time like a player that's on the cover of Madden
God be the original, we brag
Look at Him
(God given)
I feel like I'm Paganini
Who?
(It's God given)
Paganini
(It's God given)
I feel like I'm Paganini
(It's God given)
Who?
Paganini
Uhh, lemme do it
K to the second letta
Finna get it poppin'
Comin' out the pocket like oooo!
Everybody get to rockin' doing the Paganini
Killin' the beat, my tongue is like a violin
Give it to them like I'm not a human
When I'm doing what I'm doing, keepin' it coming like an automatic shooting
When we get to rippin' it ridiculous and everybody gets to speaking about these driven brothers that's going in again
But they don't know, even when they got that flow *when they got that flow*
I don't know why they boast, everybody's gifts borrowed
Look, producers, directors, skilled architects, just do what they do to whom they're connected
True was the God that chooses to rest them, who is the one you think they reflectin'
Canon
Yo
Hey Andy, okay
So down for my clique
Shut up
Y'all corny, oh shoot, shut up
I've been itching to stick 'em up with this killer Canon coming to hit him harder Ooh kill 'em
Hold up, I've been hitting everything up in me like I'm Paganini
Hitting every rhythm like a milli chopped ya
I know you heard Twista, and Tech-a-Nina hitting ya but Canon's original
I'mma Midwest Monster, Kill em!
Blaaaat! blaaaat! Mineo and Kevin got adrenaline
Coming to drill em with real gospel
Coming up to the game
Still the same
Bringing the name
Bringing the fame
To the glory they follow Him and the father
While I'm coming and killing the game
I'm breaking 'em off and we know
They steady tryna imitate the steelo
I'm hitting with fire, spitting super wild
Running with the young and unashamed
I'm Paganini on a kilo amigo
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