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Russ - 2016 Bet Hip Hop Awards Cypher 2 Lyrics

2016 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 2 Lyrics[Verse 1: Don Q]
These hoes can't get enough of the don
It's like this, I get my nut and im gone
Type bent when I come to perform
Feel me? and the ice on my left wrist just numbing my arm
And they say death comes in threes that's true shit
I killed Self, killed Flex and Clue, shit
Tape doing numbers check ya mixtape app
And I can still go and chill where I pitch yay at
Driving dirty and I just took the templates back
They got the warrant for my arrest 10 states back
Look at me now, come from public housing on the steps
Now BET with 50 thousand on my neck
And it's shining so they notice me
I'm prolly in her ovaries
Two chicks blowing on my mic like it's flowetry
Ice on my neck you gotta squint when it shine
More gold than Mike Jackson on "Remember The Time"
Said you'd never let me fuck, ho, I remember the time
Now, wait your turn, get in the line, Don

[Verse 2: Russ]
Yeah
Haven't seen a first deal this crazy since Baby, don't play me
Just pay me, I'm the best white rapper since Shady
Tryna fit ten years into a sixteen, that's hectic
All you got is Ls in your circle, that's a Lexus
My new batch of women know wassup, they know I'm very paid
My life's lit, I made my groupie sign an NDA
'Cause naturally I trust less as I get more buzz
Took a look around, is this the Bangbus or tour bus?
Guess I'm slippin', word to DMX
It's alright though, every day I'm receiving texts
My ex is popping back up, tryna play the same game
But you a fool if you get burnt by the same flame
So I x out my exes, but I always got love
For anyone who had love for me before I got buzz
Beats, raps, hooks—I do all of them
Did a show in Africa, the songs they knew? All of 'em
You listen to the breakthrough, sittin' on the debut
Directly after I made my first million, I made two
That's not a flex, that's a fact about keeping focus intact
After wild cash gets passed through your account fast
Put your pride aside and put your taxes next to it
My name stayed the same, I just changed the way y'all viewed it
One song for the summer's not enough for a career, though
You hot right now, I be in hot in ten years, though, real one

[Verse 3: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
I'm not just anybody, nigga, you could read about me
A Boogie on your girlfriend's speaker, probably
All in my DMs, she wanna be somebody
Ballin', don't let the twenty-three come out me
MJ, sky blue, North Carolina
[?] jeans, rips in [?] like Freddy found 'im
Chain icy, hockey player [?] about me
Plain hoodie, couldn't even tell it's designer
Came up and bought icy [?]
[?] wanna know me, flow so cold, [?] snow
Drizzy hit my phone, said, "You ready for the Garden, bro?"
Now I'm in my zone, but I'm only getting started, though
Ten freaky girls just waitin' outside for me
Ten freaky girls just get high with me
So far gone, can you walk on clouds to me
A Boogie wit da Hoodie, come and ride with me

[Verse 4: Kent Jones]
I heard that life's a bitch and she was nice, you seen her?
When it come to my bars you think I misdemeanour
And I like to think bald like Mr Cleaner
And I got so many bars you think I miss [?]
[?] high on Venus, like I live with Serena
Ass bringin' that racket, increasing that bracket
I like a face like Rihanna, a body like Trina
[?] Martin, I put it in her va-Gina
Niggas must have mistaken me
I mean, yeah, I am who you really think I'm made to be
I got nephews rapping everywhere, so basically
They're sensitive to how they uncle feel: James Avery
They callin' my name [?]
[?] get your name [?]
I know a lot of niggas with baby mamas that's slightly more famous than them
[?] more sailors can swim
Ship is big as a cargo and still ain't got enough room left for them
Knowin' that never acknowledgin' never gets far
[?] watchin' how consistent and awesome the hits are
So far, you think I won't conquer with the ink, I'm a monster
Even Disney can't believe when I spit it how vivid my pic's are (Pixar)
I ain't worryin' 'bout them niggas, they been [?]
If God had his own dojo [?] sensei

[Verse 5: Nick Grant]
This the flow that you mumble rappers would kill for
Riding with the long nose, I'm a real boy
Name pull strings like Lenny, now that's a real toy
She said you gave her the wood and she still bored
Check my timing when it's time to get the money
I'm scarin' niggas backwards like [?]
So who's the king? I'm surroundin' they spot
Modern-day Pac, I'm B.I.G, Dre, Andre and Nas
A reflection of the man my mother used to love
Sex, murder and money could only make you one of us, time's hard
Against the wall, simply want the plug
My good taste makes me a victim of a woman's lust
Trust, promoted by the veteran crew, we not beginners
Jesus flooded diamond pieces, we probably sinners
Nasty, I'm shocked if you not offended
Why a body came up outta nowhere like Kylie Jenner's
Shit, my style vintage, peep the shit that I been on
Next episode, but you ain't real, you a spin-off
Hot shit, we down to bleed [?] respect
In this cutthroat game, you be [?] out your neck, please
Karma double-back like somebody cloned it
Temper hotter than a stolen car with a firearm in it
With a body on it, here's a proper warnin'
Man, somebody show me my opponent, blaow