CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : News Flash B*tch
Turn this sh*t up
Ight
Why the f**k do I gotta remind everybody
That this the place where no sun shine
When the time is mine I'ma make my way through fear this year
Anybody with fear stay clear
I take yo girl like
I’m sitting in this damn office like Peter Parker, b*t*h I'm like Spider-man
I don't fear no man like Peter did god, on god
I go ball, then play ball down the hall, take her to the mall
I ain’t playin' this year
Gotta get paid this year
News flash b*t*h nobody cares, what Nate says
I'ma blow up this damn year
Who knows that I'm even here
I don't give a f**k about it but I forgot that I turn 16 this year
I push all the fakes in the back
So whenever they see me they faint from the flame this year
Check the speed on the dash and put it on the track
If you think I'm speaking too fast
I"m about to turn everything up until the speakers collapse
And make her a** ji-ji-jiggle like it's ready for cash
I brought a beaker of hash
For everybody here that need to relax
And if it's beef I’m repeatin the past
Loose lips, get blood, like a b*t*h on a rag
I got drip like a leak in a bath, aye
I been tryin’ to rap since 10
I'm solo like Ben 10
Play Tokyo drift in my Van
My friends like eating that Thai
I love my babes thigh all nigh’
B.M. ain't got a condo
Aye b*t*h this is a f**kin' McCombo
Hell yeah!
Damn
My a** out of breath
Because you rapped like f**king Eminem
No sh*t haha
Ight
Why the f**k do I gotta remind everybody
That this the place where no sun shine
When the time is mine I'ma make my way through fear this year
Anybody with fear stay clear
I take yo girl like
I’m sitting in this damn office like Peter Parker, b*t*h I'm like Spider-man
I don't fear no man like Peter did god, on god
I go ball, then play ball down the hall, take her to the mall
I ain’t playin' this year
Gotta get paid this year
News flash b*t*h nobody cares, what Nate says
I'ma blow up this damn year
Who knows that I'm even here
I don't give a f**k about it but I forgot that I turn 16 this year
I push all the fakes in the back
So whenever they see me they faint from the flame this year
Check the speed on the dash and put it on the track
If you think I'm speaking too fast
I"m about to turn everything up until the speakers collapse
And make her a** ji-ji-jiggle like it's ready for cash
I brought a beaker of hash
For everybody here that need to relax
And if it's beef I’m repeatin the past
Loose lips, get blood, like a b*t*h on a rag
I got drip like a leak in a bath, aye
I been tryin’ to rap since 10
I'm solo like Ben 10
Play Tokyo drift in my Van
My friends like eating that Thai
I love my babes thigh all nigh’
B.M. ain't got a condo
Aye b*t*h this is a f**kin' McCombo
Hell yeah!
Damn
My a** out of breath
Because you rapped like f**king Eminem
No sh*t haha
