LYRICS GAME

Every day is wake and bake

With Vans and the skateboard

Yesterday another Vogue cover

Louis V

We ditch the fake

Boti, you're a Corn Flake

We take the ones from the bunker out with my hunters

Go on, boast

You're scared sh*tless, John Wick with his dogs is looking for you

I found out that the tour that you announced you're not selling out

My bank is overweight, shutting mouths I'm James Harden

I hope that in the heat my people never fail

When I catch you you're getting filmed

Open season for the deer

The girls love how Rauw dances

Loyal to the slap that I have lined up for you

Keep writing for others so that you make cash

Nothing borrowed, everything's paid here

I say it and I also do it

The babes say that I really am the pressure

They all want to f*ck in my room

Light the Phillies because today I killed them

These bastards, I don't give a f*ck about them

I did what I had to do

We let it drop on the loudmouth

Every day is wake and bake

With Vans and the skateboard

Yesterday another Vogue cover

Louis V, Rick Owens

We ditch the fake

Boti, you're a Corn Flake

We take the ones from the bunker out with my hunters

Go on, boast

Man of the year, call GQ so that they shoot me

You don't swing, you're a bat boy

Not even using cork do you knock it out of the park

He can't do it alone, someone carry him

A psychiatrist so that he unloads

We have you in the target

The sharks got out of the tank

The one who writes the most should explain the pond

One hundred five sold-outs in six months

Babe, let's do it before the show starts

The more they suck it, the more it grows

You would drown even though you're fish

You saw me and raised a white flag

When I play you don't get off the bench

You don't win even with cheating

All DR knows that I'm the pámpa

Rolling Stones, top three with just lungs

In the RIAA a ribbon, I don't see you in my zone

If you're the toughest, then

Why don't you say who wrote you

The verse of '911'?

My babe and I are like JAY-Z and Beyoncé

Where we sing

Nobody knows you

Legal with the carry

But for the mission one without papers

All Twitter was talking

About the sh*t show that you have

Afrodisíaco, VICE VERSA are still on the charts

They used your record as a frisbee, nobody has listened to it again

The babes say that I really am the pressure

They all want to f*ck in my room

Light the Phillies because today I killed them

These bastards, I don't give a f*ck about them

I did what I had to do

We let it drop on the loudmouth

Every day is wake and bake

With Vans and the skateboard

Yesterday another Vogue cover

Louis V, Rick Owens

We ditch the fake

Boti, you're a Corn Flake

We take the ones from the bunker out with my hunters

Go on, boast