paroles de chanson BeatBox (Remix) - Mooce

Ayy, you know what it is
Damn, this shit is exclusive
You know, I had to come back and show him what him what it really was, because what it was before ain't what it is

Spit crack when I'm in the booth and other words that raw shit
Ride around in that big body, I call that thing a mother ship
Niggas know what I bring to this, just ask around and they'll say I'm him
I ain't wanna let it come to this, but since we here, I'm running shit
I be eating shit, I eat the beat like she eat the D
Dark shades like Eazy-E, she tryna fuck, that's an easy fee
I get around like a busy bee, these niggas be on that messy seat
He mad as bitch wanna fuck with me, I'm a business man, she can't fuck for free
Took time off social media, overrated ass bullshit
Came back with a attitude and a smooth flow like cool whip, yeah
Y'all weak like a calendar, making hits like a amateur
Moving crowds like furniture, leave your homie in the dust
Waking up ass crack of dawn, hit the studio before I fucking yawn
Keep talking that bullshit and I'm popping up, call a duty, spawn
Shit ain't sweet like glucose, niggas getting high like fructose
Ain't finna brag, ain't finna boast, but I'm the boy with the coldest flow
Beatboxing, I beat beats, ain't not one of y'all beating me
The way these boys be acting, I can make a movie, you can play the lead
Play a bitch, before she play me, my main chick got double D's
On the court, don't double me, I go around you like the letter C
Took time just to better me, me versus me, need a referee
I be playing foul, that's a tech for me, they want it all, yeah, the recipe
Had to dumb it down for this generation, sorry to my mama, might disagree
This world too cold for no damn degree, she be telling lies through her false teeth
Yeah, I am your ruler, no measurements
They look up to me cause I'm Heaven sent
Anybody you name, I am better than
He get hit with the chop, do the running man
Pull up all black in a Sprinter van, spinning the block like a Ceiling fan
Tell that boy to stop hating, he been a fan
If he ask for a feat, that's a hundred grand
I can...
Damn, they ain't wanna let me out the booth, man
I promise you
And I ain't even had to beatbox one time
You feel me