Stro - Digital All-Star Cypher lyrics

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Stro - Digital All-Star Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Asia Sparks] Ladies wave ya hands if you love hip-hop Fellas leave ya girl if you love A.Sparks I done flew a couple miles across the U.S to spit finesse Naw I'm lying this a contest of who the best And I'm a beast, my phillies request this A.sparks in the flesh Watch me chew these rappers heads of while they staring at my breast Time for demonstration, I can be a star while the step dad chase Leave'em more devastated I be spitting with aggravation. but I'm educated So watch me sit up b**h, but definitely holding up conversation Just when my little heart need some aspiration Pockets bigger than jeopardy These pockets touch zero I'm [?] me Barrel Pistols, smoking two out the pound A.Sparks be the definite When it comes to this flow y'all be d-d-d-d-deaf as sh** D-d-d-d-definitely Causing y'all speech impediment This Asia Sparks I'm causing you Tell the labels let her in [Verse 2: Bad Lucc] Yeah, I hold court with the gods Bet ya fat joke coming for ya squad Paint pictures for other rappers when I was skinny Now the chain cover my whole damn stomach now that's winning Watts bred, Cali where I rep that From town ave to B.E.T gotta respect that Gangsters don't that, riders get you through that I've been off the porch since Lil Wayne was wearing blue rags Yeah, keep talking that real Canon on them 46's how does it feel? Put you money the table since you wanna get k**ed And watch a king check a prince I'm diamond lanes Uncle Phil Yeah, I win my rounds get off square Me and Bleezy uptown we get'em off there It's Bad Lucc I'm the illest on earth I'ma trap until it hurts and never rap in the skirts Hail gang [Verse 3: Astro] First of all I wanna D-O-N-A-T-E deez To the D's profiling young black teens I represent the gritty city streets of once he rock Ya diamond earring sh** like a club that Diddy be Which is more nuts my flow or Bukkakes? Who keep it lochie? I touch more keys than liberace Never rocking Versace My pockets thin its fat And model dinners and i'll wilts on you like Dennis the menace Pen is a menace cause I'm able Try to ill, grew and prevail That's your epic fail, generic labels A young and rebelling forget what they telling I'm doper than poppy seeds X the factor chapter I'm a book them judges couldn't read LA to NY I keeps it chill And banging and aim at banks at will like Uncle Phil The Grade A, Baby No matter what brand he rock The boy look Fabolous like Ray J Brooklyn [Verse 4: Problem] What? Let me hit'em with the catch phrase Maybach closed curtains like I left stage On one bout to switch'em to mo Dancing in hell's kitchen bout to switch on the stove God got me, illumi-not-me written in bold Slept on, but now everywhere like rappers with gold Ooh, Boys its getting worse And with that bullsh** millionaires verse Jova green boy I'll put ya grey hearse It's easy then we address it wearing them sway verses What? Diamond Lane yeah we taking the lead Been on one since I was overcharging Drake for weed Nervous? Like the type to see the Jankster's speak Ask Meek if any motherf**er faking me Woo, I bet I quite the crowd I'ma boss hiring hoes while I fire the loud I see the cops shaking they head admire the style City to god, [?] to city now fire the smile Cause I'm madman Smoke n***as like clansman Put you to sleep like the sandman ARNEX be Boy its time for winning no phase So I cop more four-fives and nines and ain't talking bout Jay's Better be afraid, but I ain't the shooter Tragical loser Riding inside the Chevy, f**ing a cougar Lyrical ruler pop ya medulla I'm on a roll The one rapper that Kendrick can't control Problem What?