Beez (feat. RZA)

Kid Cudi

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    Who could take a single buck, an empty cup, a stroke of luck
    Fuck around and reconstruct it up to a million bucks
    In God we trust, every part of us is marvelous
    You Krusty Krab squad, ya'll will rust, ya'll ain't hard enough
    Demolition expert, I exert through your network while the tech squirt jerk
    There's holes inside your sweatshirt
    Through your apparel, through your blood, through your bone marrow
    Precise with this mic device, slice your pie like Sbarros
    You falling nigga, and you can't get up
    You been stalling motherfucker now your ass is stuck
    Brooklyn, Brownsville, baby stay with the Killer Hill crazy
    Ankle strap above the boot, it conceals my three eighty
    Are you running for this money money, hunting eggs like easter bunny
    Geeks trying to beast upon me, freak I will eat a zombie
    Calm and double while you jumping through these hurdles, silly rabbit
    The race is always won by the turtle, mental machinery
    Purple herbal mixed with that greenery
    I don’t write songs, grasshopper, I write scenery's
    Everything ain’t what it seems to be, what it means to you it don’t mean to me
    Bzzzz, a sting from the killer bees

    In God I trust, now I don't give no fucks
    (Dropping them them them, motherfucking Beez)
    Beez on 'em
    Stings bitch
    Bzzzz... BzzzzZZZzzz

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    I pass any test of litmus, I workout at 24 fitness
    On the weekends, I sip Belvedere with that citrus
    My dogs is vicious, exotic
    Life is good, I live every day like it's Christmas
    Happy New Year, I does what the fuck I wanna do here
    I splash that Gucci shit from the shirt to the shoewear
    Trust the rings out, wife beater tee with the wings out
    Long dick stamina, I fuck a bird til she sings out
    La la la la, body could convert Lady Gaga
    Back to heterosexual, I'm classy like Impala
    Plus I'm federal, when it comes to making dollas
    Like Jigga nigga man, if you hear me then holla
    Four rings like the Green Lantern
    You see me in the mean phantom
    Pushing over there in Ohio, outside of Canton
    Or maybe in the Grotti rugged projects of Staten
    Tall redbone in my shower, she looking like Paula Patton

    In God I trust, now I don't give no fucks
    (Dropping them them them, motherfucking Beez)
    Beez on 'em
    Stings bitch
    Bzzzz... BzzzzZZZzzz

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    Composición: Hayes Isaac, Scarface, Doug King, Diggs Rakeem, Willie Dennis y Kid Cudi

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