lirik lagu tyc // 95 kid - 100 laps (keep running)
[verse 1:]
running a hundred laps
smoking like lumberjacks
yo hun relax to the smoke of a hundred stacks
we hungry cats, catapult no matter if we collapse
make money, – the logic, your -ssumption lacks
it‘s funny, – you fake mcs get stumped with an axe
i sleigh em‘ faithfully, playfully i‘m humping the m-ss
polin‘ the thump of the axis with simple practice over
yoghurt, – you got old like sixaxis‘ controllers
i think i’m getting it from these extra pedestrians
hexing my pentagram like channing tatum turning tables
– fables – extra terestrial new interpreter
celestrial god, a true intruder in your sector
– intruder in your girl, but she let me
l1cking the p-ssy like argentinian lecci, (rip it like confetti)
dulce de leche for you gretchens and dummies
learning lessons that all your money may shine
but ain’t no sun shine
[hook x2:]
running my laps on these streets i keep running
and i’m still on the come up release (representing the z)
many dun show me they shadows about something
and i still got love for my peeps (check, it’s tyc)
[bridge x2:]
all my peoples in the left
all my peoples in the right
all my peoples in the back
where you at?
all my peoples in the left
all my peoples in the right
all my peoples in the front
light a blunt!
[verse 2:]
copping those boots
while shopping at leather taylor’s
i got them catapillars with camouflage and them cuts open
soon as i touch wake, your jaws bust up
cause thats whats up, we leave em’f-cked with they -ss showing
you like cl-ssics…? then welcome to the new age
plastic b-tches, plus a fresh gl-ss of koolaid
right mic – check up, lazy people get up
– we out here to get this party up kickin‘ wild
shaolin, i’m just a part of a mile away
still i smile like the sun shines my way
i don’t relate to all your hustles and pistols bangers
– b-tches hanging up phones after you didn’t bang her
this a banger, from boston to bangladesh
we keep it fresh with the jiggy, keepin it wiggy
this one’s for my peoples in the city
shout out to the ville of z, we getting silly
[hook x2:]
running my laps on these streets i keep running
and i’m still on the come up release (representing the z)
many dun tell me farewell bout something
and i still got love for my peeps (check, it’s tyc)
{bridge x2:]
all my peoples in the left
all my peoples in the right
all my peoples in the back
where you at?
all my peoples in the left
all my peoples in the right
all my peoples in the front
light a blunt!
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