paroles de chanson Sub Me In - FUTURISTIC , Devvon Terrell
Rap
dudes
put
me
in
a
bad
mood
Go
nuts
like
Cashews,
I
spit
like
bad
food
I
had
to
blast
you,
I'm
sick
like
achoo
Got
street
cred
with
no
facial
tattoos
A
beast
like
baboons,
you
makin'
bad
tunes
I'm
poppin'
like
balloons,
I
got
some
bad
news
If
you
hatin'
on
me
you
must
be
confused
Give
you
two
black
eyes
just
like
a
racoon
They
don't
really
wanna
see
me,
I
can
promise
Gettin'
brain
without
a
college,
she
graduated
with
honors
Looking
just
a
broke
and
heartless,
to
be
honest
I
ain't
modest
I
know
that
I've
been
the
hottest
professional,
you
a
novice
I
can't
even
shut
my
wallet,
I
gotta
lotta
guala
up
in
my
pocket
I've
been
taking
off
just
like
I'm
a
rocket
I
been
a
star,
I'm
a
comet,
these
rappers
funny
like
comics
They
suck
like
girls
on
these
nuts,
ha,
got
'em
(sheesh)
Let
me
catch
my
breath
Give
me
a
mint
to
refresh
my
breath,
I'm
nothing
less
Than
the
best
and
I'm
dressed
to
impress
and
the
rest
is
a
mess
They
obsess
with
the
steps
that
I
step
that
will
prep
with
the
rep
These
cop
cars
is
not
far,
my
thought
scar
From
these
hot
bars,
I
think
I
got
a
strep
All
I
do
is
make
hits,
I
keep
'em
on
deck
So
I
guess
that
mean
I
got
next
I
hope
you
get
what
I'm
sayin'
On
injury
reserve
cause
I
am
not
playin'
These
rappers
is
lookin'
like
Walking
Dead
Off
with
they
head,
i
be
Shawn
cuz
i
just
come
slayin
They
scared
me
like
Freddy
vs.
Jason
If
they
debatin'
then
they
listen
I
end
conversation
Cause
I
been
the
greatest,
my
homie
Devvon
Can
rap
better
than
you
and
he
usually
singin'
Yo
my
niggy
if
you
gon'
get
on
this
track,
and
you
gon'
try
to
rap
or
you
gon'
to
Spit
or
whatever
you
call
it
son,
you
from
New
York
son,
you
gotta
have
bars
B.
I'm
Talkin'
real
rap
bars
B,
you
know
what
I'm
sayin'
Yeah,
yeah
that's
true.
I
got
it
I
don't
want
nobody
telling
me
anything
Soon
as
I'm
winning
I'm
winning,
I
win
again
Kobe
for
3,
I'm
like
Shaq
on
the
block
And
I'm
bringing
the
hype
like
Lebron
in
the
spot
I
mean
everybody
want
a
piece
of
the
pie
When
you
up
but
when
you
down
nobody
got
the
time
Killing
these
niggas,
not
taking
their
order
I'm
lining
them
up
like
they're
waiting
for
Jordans
I
am
the
warden,
you
are
the
prisoner
No
I
don't
trust
you
and
none
of
your
visitors
Sometimes
these
niggas
tryna
be
friends
to
us
Like
I
don't
see
'em
like
'bitch
you
invisible'
No
you
not
you,
always
sayin'
that
you
got
What
he
got
what
he
got
what
she
got
what
he
got
But
I
don't
believe
that
and
nobody
sees
All
these
niggas
just
dancing
like
Milli
Vanilli
It's
so
hard
not
knowing
where
to
go
When
you
lie
that's
when
everyone
knows
I
swear
I
don't
understand
your
ways
Your
ways
I
don't
wanna
waste
my
time
I
don't
wanna
no
sucka
niggas
ringin'
my
line
Keeping
'em
away
and
I'mma
be
just
fine
Anything
I
wanted
I
get
it
and
that's
why,
I
Really
tryna
make
it
on
my
own
Cause
everybody
got
the
answers
but
don't
have
their
own
Pot
to
piss
in
but
they
piss
in
yours
and
all
The
pissed
off
people
wanna
see
you
fall
That's
um...
that
was
a
hip-hop
track,
and
you
know,
some
R&B
vocals.
A
little
bit
Of
hip-hop
vocals
too
but
um...
you
know,
it's
a
good
mixture.
That's
how
you
body
Something.
Coast
2 Coast
Let
me
get
it
one
more
time,
every
single
we
bar
when
I
drop
these
lines
I've
been
looking
like
the
man
with
the
plan,
got
the
game
in
my
hands
Winning
is
the
only
thing
on
my
mind,
gimme
mine
So
who
y'all?
Calm
down
Y'all
all
talk,
no
bark
like
new
dogs
Yeah,
you
call
it,
I
walk
to
the
top
like
woo
ha
I'm
on
then
you
niggas
cheap:
groupon
Utah,...cuz
we
do
ball
Little
nigga
still
bigheaded:
Jimmy
Neutron
You
a
bitch
RuPaul,
move
it
like
a
U-Haul
Coast
to
Coast,
Buffalo
all
the
way
to
Tuscan
Tuscan
to
New
York,
we
could
lose
y'all
Bringing
the
type
of
shit
to
your
city,
get
a
flu
shot
You
win
then
I
laugh
like
whoo
ha
Frontin'
when
you
dressin'
up,
your
life
don't
suit
ya
You
ain't
fuckin'
wit'
me
nigga
Who
you
talkin'
to?
It
might
be
you,
I
wish
a
nigga
would,
I'mma
part
of
the
foundation
I
can
make
it
come
true
And
let
me
get
the
mic,
cuz
you
getting
me
tight
You
granting
wishes
why
that,
you
a
genie
in
the
bottle
disguise
Oh
you
the
master
of
disguise?
All
these
niggas
tellin'
lies
I
kill
everything
I
touch
and
I
ain't
even
gotta
try
You
kill
everything
you
touch
and
you
ain't
even
gotta
try,
bitch
why
You
look
like
a
nigga
that
I
seen
on
Vine,
oh
my
I
suprised
at
the
thought
that
you
read
a
niggas
timeline
Lemme
give
you
data
you
ain't
bout
to
use
the
Wi-Fi
Sub
me
in,
I
never
wanna
be
up
on
a
sideline
Oh,
you're
an
Allstar
thinking
that
you
dunking,
I
can
put
in
the
game
But
you
just
gotta
tell
me
somethin'
I'm
already
on
you
ain't
gotta
tell
me
nothin'
You
little
bitch
ass
nigga!
Wow,
wow
That's
on
my
momma
cuz
Wow,
yo
Sheesh
I
don't
even
wanna
do
this
album
with
you
no
more
dog
1 Sub Me In
2 I'm On
3 I Want It All
4 Co-Star
5 Uh!
6 Roll Up
7 Uber to My Place
8 Lit
9 Word Up
10 Vision
11 Playin With
12 Bodied
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