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(I've been feelin' the way my holes out)
Yeah
(I'm a typhoon, I cannot lose)
Ayy, ayy, yeah
(My rules, my rules)
Yeah
I'm hammer, bring the tutties out
Don't make me bring the foolie out
I'm back in time, I show you where the rookie 'bout
Gang gang, time to pull the hoodies out
Circle of actors, y'all should put a movie out, Night Rider
Heat cuttin' corners, I'm a monster
Guillotine bar problem, you gon' need a doctor
Whole 'hood behind me, brought formers on the roster
They gon' have to knock it down like a helicopter
Don't ever stress a king out, I change life to miserable
Critical, pitiful condition, this is it for you
I'm in the middle of them other rooms, I've been in them too
Hit man, lyrical murderous in 'em visuals
Rackin' the models while I'm holdin' 'em easy, them and an Apollo
You don't really wanna know what I've been in the years
Head to the top of that mountain, I was everything that they wanted
Be loyal to ride a bike and the fighter
But I've been feelin' the way my holes out
I'm a typhoon, I cannot lose
You can't walk a mile in my shoes
Baby, this is my life and my moves and my rules
It's your season? Well, it's mine too, yeah
From my whole side I'm a typhoon, I cannot lose
You can't walk a mile in my shoes
Baby, this is my life and my moves and my rules
It's your season? Well, it's mine too, yeah
You better stop playin' with me, yeah
You better stop playin' with me, yeah
You better stop playin' with me, yeah
You better stop playin' with me, yeah
You better stop playin' with me, yeah
You better stop playin' with me, yeah
You better stop playin' with me, yeah, yeah