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Riff Raff

Genres: Rock

Five Fingers Of Death (freestyle) Lyrics - Riff Raff

[Verse 1] 

My phone disappeared, disapenitated 

Matter of fact, I got interception, and they had to hate it 

My glass is navigated 

I walk into the Colosseum like a damn gladiator 

Oh, I don't mean for you to touch the Ray Allen's 

The way I freestyle battle 'em 

You know they got to come through with a Versace salad on the side of the saddle 

The way I freestyle, my whole game plan is versatile 

They figured I have Versace rims 

The way they spin 

Oh yeah, this? I just got this from Justin Bieber and his friends 

This my homie, ain't nobody on me, can't nobody clone me 

Even if your last name was Franco 

I came through, my bank roll look like eight egg rolls 

I'm twisting, my Wu wheel glisten 

Diamonds in your vision, figured I had a prescription for diamonds 

Listen here, listen closely 

Let the beat change up 

 

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[Verses 2 and 3] 

I came through with Versace on my handcuffs 

Ain't no loud, man, ain't no peace plan 

I swing Afghanistan, you in the cheap stands 

You in the mezzanines, I'm in the sky box 

Aw shit, the white Chris Rock 

I done came through, you know they gotta baller block 

I put like two chains, maybe like three chains 

I ain't gotta say my face, I ain't gotta say my name 

Whole team drinking champagne 

I pop like twenty bottles 

I fuck like no models 

Why? Cause I ain't want you to be famous yet 

I freestyle in Tibet, and I ain't even break a sweat 

I was staying in the sun, I keep some good lungs 

I got good punctuation, I got, damn, I damn near frostbit my tongue 

So much ice behind my gums 

Who is you? Is you, is you kin to the son? 

Is you kin to Antonio McDyess? 

That's the way that I slice 

Damn, headphones falling to the surface device 

Listen, my shoes glow in the dark 

I got a glow-in-the-dark shark who likes to play darts 

 

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[Verse 4] 

And I'm all a picture smile 

I came through with a damn five-finger discount 

But I don't steal, I came through, I work the wheel 

The way I pop a pill, figured I was from Nashville 

Look, I gotta keep it apprehended 

The way I come through, I freestyle, got 'em surrendering 

They just go 'head, just put your back against the wall 

Cause you gon' play the wall for now 

I came through with the top down 

Look like a eye, make you turn the head 

I used to ride red, cran, cranberry, baby 

RiFF RAFF in Mercedes 

Everybody asking, "Do you tote a 380?" 

I don't even gotta have a gun 

I came through, swing 

I screw up Lil' Yo from the '96, I warn him out the 

Man, he always swing 

I came back, man, I forgot my damn name, I forgot my chain 

Had to go back to the house again 

 

[Verse 5] 

Ay, yo, it's unsophisticated 

They had to hate it 

I came through, Versace gravy 

But I laid it on the pavement 

And everybody want to drive Mercedes 

Everybody want to have my baby 

But guess what? I ain't got no kids, I ain't got no old lady 

RiFF RAFF probably never had to do it 

I came through with a prescription for codeine fluid 

And you know my shirt, you know it gotta hurt 

When I swing, it make the curb go SKIRT! 

You get on my nerves, all them questions 

I gotta suggestion, how 'bout you stop trying to be a piss tester? 

What that mean? It means stop trying to be a PO 

I ain't on no, I ain't on your salary roll 

I'm eating lobster rolls all the way at the Rodeo Drive 

I came through, swing, I'm just staying alive 

And all my partners just trying to survive 

I came through Afghanistan 

That boy got about a hundred grand on his hand 

And you ain't gotta worry about the back part 

That's iced-out, too 

I iced out my Pop Tarts in the Breakfast Morning Club 

When I was five years old 

That boy came through, he just sittin' swole 

He sittin' on fours, and I gotta Pacific 

You all know that I swung the Pacific, to be specific 

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