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All Hail Yt - Left Lane Didon All Hail Yt Y Jay Nice Freestyle 001 Lyrics

[Verse 1: Left Lane Didon]
Lefty ill, I'm connecting steel
Neck and chest just chill, indexes letting two Dese's peel
I promise the flesh is nill, catch wreck for real
The Gods sacrifice my aura, resurrect the feel
You see me; I prolly got it, not a novice
Immobiliare office look like a law for plush garbage
I'm sitting on the safe stuff and the comb
Arranging numbers in my dome, homes' stuck in his zone
Dumper on the roof puffing the bone, clutching his chrome
On the edge but still under control, it's all balanced
My talеnt's beyond average, I managе a tall package
Y'all faggots just going backwards, start packing
Get prepared for the trip, shoot fair with a brick
That whore's dead, you still airing the whip
I walk the strip with the flare on my hip, me and FLAiR is the shit
We dump at will, niggas barely get pissed
C'mon

[Verse 2: All Hail Y.T.]
Immobiliare get the money, that's well known
Yeah, shout out my nigga Ampz
But check it, uh

Rap Miyagi on the Kawasaki gripping double barrel shotties
My ladiy and bodies off the grace of Oxy
I'm at the villa sharing drinks with papi
Hearing me flow fill you up with pride like black fists invading Nazis
Bought the flavour, I ain't talking Takis
Niggas is carbon copies, Lucini apparel covers my body; not Versace
On the road to riches, rides get rocky
Before Nas met Kelis, Y.T. was bossy
Imma rock out with the posse, sipping til I'm saucy
Brought the dumper in the Nauti' 'case they try and off me
Say my name? You'd better whisper softly
You never who be my fans, your main mans'd piss in your coffee
That's for talking like you Sosa, boy youse a Gopher
Go for this, go for that, in fact I need some roll-ups
Youse a chauffer, I signed your baby sister's poster
A made man, took the oath from La Cosa Nostra
Sideways; how I hold the toaster
It's for a fact when I blam it at your neck, remove your head from shoulders
Me and Skillz at the top of totems
NiCE Supreme got these pretty little tings tryna jock the scrotum
'Fact I told em I'm emotionally out of reach
I'm at Bowers Beach rolling sour at the isle in peace
They cowardly, I'm brave hearted with the sage sparking
I conjure spirits with these lyrics, dawg I'm seancing
From the grave talking under moon rays
Brought the doomsday, no devil's pie I had the souffle
Get your Coupe sprayed for high-sighting like your toupee
Nigga
[Verse 3: Jay NiCE]
Yeah
Real tune shit, y'know what I mean?
FLAiR Jordan

It's the counter culture samurai, beat an opp to death while my hands are tied
Me popping the TEC is how I fantasise
Bimmer, Benz or Bentley? Bro I can't decide
Rather cop the Ghost watch the phantom glide, paint the color camouflage
I'm looking like Santa when I drive, I'm dropping gifts off
But it's a thousand grim's up in the ride, I'm dropping bricks off
And yet you rapping it's just not as sick dawg
Exclusive diamond vinyls, one or two
I got mines, you gotta get yours
Spit Gawds, you gettin paid peanuts, you ain't won yet
I'm back like Schroder looking up a sundress
Supreme lines, [?] it's Al Capone, ayo son deaf
Already passed the 420 drug test, now what's next?
Film your death then burn the camera
I only work with amateurs 'cause veterans be acting worse than managers
Supreme tee that show a shirtless Pamela
It's perfect for the game of thrones, I'm Jon Snow and Sansa vs the [?], nigga