Denzel Curry - Ultimate (Remix) lyrics

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Denzel Curry - Ultimate (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Ronny J] Ronny J, listen up [Chorus: Denzel Curry] I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street (okay) Under the sun, the ba*tard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family (sheesh) By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen (damn) The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face, so now you late, open the gates (god damn) [Verse 1: Denzel Curry] Great, eliminate like ElimiDate (ooh) Hey, young boy had to penetrate (ooh) Face, young boy done caught a case (ooh) Bang, now his mama livin' with the pain (uh) Wait, doctor says he's gonna stay (huh?) Let him get the Senzu Bean so he regenerate (oh) Now a n***a harder than the head of the state (damn) Denzel Curry is the new candidate (damn) Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite Stop this sh**, chop your esophagus (esophagus) b**hes be boppin' it, bow down and pop it in Droppin' it in her esophagus (esophagus) She get so nasty, in public she cla**y Perhaps she is able to swallow it (uh) Girl, I can make you a star (star, ooh) Then I put her a** on Apollo, b**h (damn) b**h, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness Narcissist, part time an arsonist (flame) Rippin' through cartilage, I am the hardest, b**h Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus (damn) Dearly departed, it's done when it started So now that I'm livin' so harmonious (harmonious) Feelin' like Spartacus, Curry the ultimate I am the best, there's no politics b**h, I'm ultimate, ultimate b**h, I'm... [Chorus: Denzel Curry] I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street (okay) Under the sun, the ba*tard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family (sheesh) By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen (damn) The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face, so now you late, open the gates (damn) [Verse 2: Denzel Curry] Ultimate, infinite, flow is opium Open the internet, photosynthesis Put up parentheses, temporary Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry Just might bust a b**h, never knew my life But yet the question is, "Is he fake? Is he real?" What the message is, chop a b**h n***a up I'ma sever it when I sever sh** I k** 'em, no Kony, these n***as ain't homies Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly Droppin' melodic, enter the cosmic Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic Flow like a foreigner, I'm the torturer Out of South Florida, call the coroner k**ed in the corridor, I'm the overlord Rhymes like a sorcerer, I'm an animorph b**h, I'm a beast n***a, you tell me who f**in' with me K to the I to the N to the G Claim you the hottest, but I disagree Better learn something and get a degree This for Lord Infamous, so R.I.P Arrivederci, b**hes lookin' thirsty Ridin' through the dirty, like it's mandatory Ending of the story [Chorus: Denzel Curry] I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street (okay) Under the sun, the ba*tard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family (sheesh) By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen (damn) The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face, so now you late, open the gates [Verse 3: Juicy J] Yeah, aye, I am the juice from the mafia 6 I will pimp slap a b**h 'cause I don't give a damn I am the n***a that drank the hard liquor I smoke like a hippy and I pop them xans I am the n***a that showed you the game How to stick to the money and get you some dough Ain't no excuses you grinding you get it You whippin' and flipping and stunt on these hoes I need a moment of silence today I k**ed the club, I pulled up in a Wraith So hypnotizing, these hoes mesmerised by my diamonds I shine and they try to throw shade I want the throat but I'm too proud to pay b**h skip the talking I throw a lil' bread She get to s**ing and I just discover The whole other meaning to price on your head Yo, tell em bring me chain for a thousand (HOL' UP!) Matter fact, make it fifty thousand (HOL' UP!) I got so much sauce dripping on me I think I'ma 'bout to change my name to a thousand island b**h I'm about to turn up a level f**in' RnB chicks out of Coachella Give her that dick she think I'm in love with her Now she texting me a motherf**ing four page letter [Chorus: Denzel Curry] I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street (okay) Under the sun, the ba*tard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family (sheesh) By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen (damn) The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face, so now you late, open the gates