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Formula One Lyrics by SMITH.b

Overdone

2019

New favorite, too foul why I'm flagrant
The kid playing with chalk - I'll leave you down on the pavement
You done fucked up shit it's all gone south
Gangsta tooth fairy, bitch I'll take em out your mouth
I might just pull up to the joint in a formula 1
Choke the smoke pouring out gas to floor and it's done
We in trouble, I had to spit it like I'm losing my gum
I'm adored, they hitchhiking how they raising they thumbs
How they leaning out and shouting like the drive thru is fucked
I'm taking shots, roastin chickens bet they glad that they ducked
I'm raising hell and going deeper than the titanic sunk
And make the water boil, higher than the Geiser erupts
Here with the puff, she yelling daddy like my name Sean Combs
When I'm flowing leaving your hair blowing straight off your dome
I'm raven Simone, got the visions and from what I can see
It look like every rapper out is on a diet to me
I'm dying to see it happen in the hammock straight napping
I been relaxing since the birth of the illest lyricist snapping
I been with the beating of rappers who just think that they want it but when it come time for sparring they straight begging for pardons
Make you keep restarting cause I'll make you stop like "beg your pardon"?
Round the way they call me metapod cause all I do is harden
Cross me and all they'll be are red shells like I'm go karting
Everything I need to know about rhyming I learned in kindergarten
DAMN
Ooh. I'm straight messy
Roll up at your kid's party- lean up in the Nestle
Bitch I'm diving deeper I'm elusive like Nessie
I'm getting A's cause all these other rappers think they can test me
Sulkin in the corner man their raps are depressing
Bitch I'm holdin on the button please do not make me press it
I been giving out headshots like I'm making my press kit
Im going ham on these lambs I'm boutta make me a brisket

If I'm down it's just a pit stop
Sweaty in the lab got that drip drop
Ow yeah
If you tryna criss cross paths
Youll leave blue faced like a DDOS attaaack
If I'm down it's just a pit stop
No time now but these rappers got me pissed off
Oww
If you tryna criss cross paths
You'll leave blue faced like a DDOS attaaack
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About “Formula One” by SMITH.b

Read the complete lyrics to "Formula One" by SMITH.b from the album "Overdone" in 2019. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Underground Rap, Rap, East Coast Rap.

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"Formula One" appears on "Overdone" in 2019.

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