X-Tra Drop Lyrics
(Verse 1 - MeLo-X)
Big up to Wiley and MJ Cole
Hope them brethren Feel my flow
Haters don’t know
Me I true Jamaican bred
That’s why my skin color of coco
We fucking with Popos who pull over motos but
Ain’t doing shit with your life, and I know
Ain’t doing shit with your wife, so I bone
Ain’t doing shit with that knife so why pose
If you're a hater see your wack ass later
Stink ass breath, need a few life savers
I got the force you're trying to be like me
I'm your father where's the light saber
Luke Skywalker and I hear a few guys talking shit
But I don’t see them often
They hide behind blogs and websites
Catch rabies when this canine bite
Catch ladies on a real late night
With an outfit that fit way too tight
Let the crowd get hype, spit way too tight
So I know I’m gonna be alright, right
When night ravers higher than skyscrapers
Fuck them guys who deny me of my paper
Laugh, then cry later, live to die famous
That’s not the reason I'm trying to get my weight up
I know a few niggas changed their voices, even had to change their lingo
But I’m gonna do me there is no other choices
Until I win a game like Bingo
Pop like Pringles, rock like Ringo Starr
With The Beetles, this'll be the sequel
When I spit quick there is no equal
When I flow slow It's like water for the people, whoo
Let me quench your thirst, then let the god give birth
To ill rhymes, and in due time
I am gonna be the most prolific on earth
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Like the sea breeze I’m gonna make you feel me
But it's never easy
Cause you never see me coming
Never repeat, so I gotta OD
On every single new beat
Now your MP3's bumping
Unh, let me catch my breath
Then let the god catch
Better show respect
All dancers on deck
Put up on de speaka
Muffin, stuffing
Sort of like a chicken in the oven, I'm gonna heat it up from the inside
They should have never let me in the game
Cause like rough sex I'mma beat it up when I'm inside
You can’t stop me
Even if you try to cut me
Or capture me like paparazzi
Can’t have a copy can’t be too sloppy
I’m gonna be on point watch me
At this here year, I’m gonna have a nice career
Doing shows in Japan and even Korea
Leave my footprints there, next to the nukes
Mr President here goes your proof, woo
Boom
I am the bomb
Ring the alarm
Wit de Queen 'pon me arm
It's the God, God
