Sybyr – Broiled Mode Lyrics

I ain’t even bodied up
I’m a mothaf**king tyrant, I’ma titan in myself
I got too much in my mothaf**king bag I gotta show
I got too much in my mothaf**king bag I gotta help
Ooh, ooh, ha
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ha
On the side of the road, call it Kawasaki
I had too much f**king hot pockets, and miyagi
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
They ain’t tryna hit me, they ain’t really tryna feel me
They ain’t really tryna hit me, they ain’t really tryna feel me
They ain’t really tryna hit me, they ain’t really tryna feed me
They ain’t really tryna hit me, they ain’t really tryna…
I’m like ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Gotta hit it again lil bitch, hit it again with that shit
Hit it again with that stick and I hit
Hit it again and I stick
Hit it again and I shit
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I don’t need nobody else, I don’t need nobody else
I ain’t need nobody else, I ain’t need nobody else
I ain’t need nobody, I ain’t need nobody
I’m like ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Cabbage long, path is strong, gotta get it how you live
Gotta hit it outta here, gotta hit it outta here
Diamonds dancing, diamonds dancing
Diamonds dancing, diamonds dancing
Diamonds dancing, diamonds dancing
Diamonds dancing, diamonds dancing
And they see me coming back, back
Huh, matching in all black, got
Too much in my head, uh
Finna spin a lap, uh
I got too much that, uh
I got me a check, uh
That bitch calling back, what
Got a check, got a check, got a check
Spent the check, huh
Now we get it back like this, huh
Now we get it back like that
Aye-um, aye-um, woah, woah
Aye-um, aye I’m with the damn aye-um’s in the f**king cream
I am gone screaming like a f**king damn [?]
I got me some shit that need some mothaf**king leisure
I’m like f**k it, I’m like
Yah yah, yah yah
Yah yah, yah yah
Then I yah yah, yah yah
Hot potato in the damn tomato sauce, I be chugging
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Too much sauce in the kitchen and these lil niggas cooking
Now I’m finna get it, yes mothaf**ka, how you feeling?
I’m like ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah, mean
Huh, think I’m f**king playing?
Hey kid, uh

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