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Courtside (Remix) Lyrics - Artist : Battles, Mark
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(Yung 1, you a fool) Haha [Mark Battles:] I'm back on my shit again, so you know the game is mine Like the single file line, I make these niggas stay behind You losers like a longboard, y'all was never made to grind They really tried to block my shine So now I have to raise the blinds Ran when you heard the pressure, big dog, German Shepard Streets showed me love, I've got the plugs like a surge protector Been had the skill, and had the will but now we working better Misery loves company so the haters can sit and hurt together (Uh oh) It's a Vossi summer The rap game a fucking mess, infested with a lot of suckers Imma fix this shit with confidence, I'm like a cocky plumber Committed to the gang for life, so we know we got each other Huh, I'm throwing three's like a shooting drill But you don't want to ball with me, cause nigga I, I shoot for real Twenty days sold out, and I ain't even scoop a deal Fans connect and show respect, cause they know the truth is real Usually on my humble shit, but fuck that y'all could suck a dick Every bar is accurate, I aim to not let nothing miss This rap game is wide open, and I'm bout to run with this I already made my dreams come true, I don't need another wish Who the fuck is this? [Geoffrodamus:] This how I feel in them summer nights Lifetime, I always wanted something more So many ideas but it wasn't right, court side you can see the score Leg-locked like a figure four, figured I be moving in a little bit Be the best and be the reason why my niggas always feelin' like they hood rich Nice guy with a hood bitch, six shots fired of a full clip [?] they love it when I'm on my bullshit Big mad, I'm a big problem, probably at a point of breaking out Make me [?] in the south, pussy good never leave the house The elevation at it's highest peak, the mind sharp like it's lion's teeth Mad dreams of what I wanna be but best believe you always see a higher me Remember when they wouldn't hire me And now they love me, probably would desire me Yeah, the day and I'm fading, you expired, and when I see a shot I take it and I'm fired My head in the clouds would you like to get a preview This ain't what you want, if you do I don't believe you Tryna make the band, making bands for my pleasure Post that on the gram, I demand nothing less [Old Fella:] Court side [?] full time rappers Rappin' they need more grind, I need more shine, I eat more [?] Treat the beat like it's a pork grind Listen, Momma [?] tour, I'm selling more so I ain't poor I got the xannys hit the four, high, weed, and coke I made a store Flow just like a shoreline, I see more dimes they for sure mine I be sitting with my .45 dream I'm getting head in Porsche rides All you rappers bored fly to the morgue I spit out more rhymes I'm the source for all your scores like I'm Jordan and you're court side Asian chick want more thai That's another bitch I'm bored by Fella fuck for like the fourth time Smoke it off, that mean I'm more high Bitch give me more head, all they pfft all on your forehead Killed the beat, ain't none more dead With that yeast, and count up more bread Fuck the police force feds They all brainwashed, they all force-fed Now go when where the courts said Off-roading getting road head Gimme what you quoted, pockets skinny get me bloated If it flip that mean it's sold, broke as shit these pants [?], fella [Tory Lanez:] Fuckin' with this bad little bitch that never had a father All she do is call me daddy, he don't have to bother I finessed her with the game, I don't have to call her You finessed with the your bands, boy you had to sprawl her Used to whip, lock and rock, dish it all up All this jiggas in my kitchen, tryna get the potluck (Uh) Tits out, still stuntin', bad hoes still fuckin' Pulled in, top down, backed up, still frontin' Ah man, just in, this little nigga still got it Hit your hoe way back when she a little bitch, still thot it Still 'bout it and you read 'bout it Still got an Audemar, Rollie, Patek time I can still kill Maybe its a couple seconds I can kill out it I don't got no time for it, I ain't got no rhyme for it I can do a whole hook on a beat, I don't even need a line for it I don't even need a verse for it, I don't even need a verse for it Come in singin' one time (ahhh), motherfucker, that's a hearse for it Niggas wanna make boss moves but don't ever wanna work for it I got hoes that'll work for it, I got hoes that'll twerk for it I got hoes that'll fuck the whole 50 nights on a world tour for it I got hoes want make moves, I got hoes that'll do things Hit your face like Liu Kang, bitch I'm hot like blue flames White and red with the blue veins, niggas talkin' ain't a new thing I got bitches havin' mood swings, 'bout to buy them bitches mood rings Ahh, see this is serious Bitches delirious, nigga I'm serious This shit is ridiculous I'm sick of all of you bitches with syphilis [Brayke:] Every bad hoe that I play with, I treat them so unfairly Give them some magic, so change my name to Harry I've been a savage since, like I was born If we beef, ain't no challenge, I, kinda like that morgue In my mind I got some real shit, my medicine it may vary I'll stay on my shit, I don't give a fuck who staring Oh, now you big mad well, this shit like war So I'll still knock your teeth out like my name is the tooth fairy (On god) [?] I wanna star Yeah, that shit comes in, I Milly Rock Yeah, I just checked the temp to see what I got The thermostat is way too hot I made the track, I'm in my bag I promised this, I told you that Oh, you want a piece of this, yo battles can you hold me back Making this look easy, like you put this boy on any track And oh that girl she played me now the music made her heart attached Drop dead like a heart attack Nah, nah, nah, nah don't do that Drop back like a quarterback Take a shot, and maybe I might [?] the cash |
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