Rare Akuma

Rare Akuma - Zibit - Hey Now lyrics

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I'm a menace, to society baby

the police want to relocate me

they run up with gun up, but they can't faze me

they wanted to come up, but they ain't crazy got ?

Six train Chevrolet rolln' without no top

got them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop

California to Virginia, Timmy makin it hot

takin long rides in a G4 plane

X-Man to the stage got em goin insane

Yeah nigga got the world sayin my name

I'm bout to make a little change, I'm a keep it the same

X to the Z baby, run up on ya, hittin corners

Phantom platinum grill

X be the life of the party, 

don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody



[Chorus]

Can you feel the speakers jumpin

other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin

Muggin in the club like they wanna do somethin

feelin kinda rowdy, huh? 

Hey Now, Hey Now

All the girls mean muggin

cuz they musta seen what a girl pulled up in

In the club like they wanna do somthin

feelin kinda rowdy, huh?

Hey Now, Hey Now



[Verse 2]

Hey girl, look where I live

40 acres and a Maybach Benz

you wanted to party, but I got biz

this ain't entertainin, I'm feedin my kids

On a 4-oh-5 in the car pool lane

Got to hit some corners, I'm ridin the cane

Wanna ride out to a island, and tan your frame

and just waste away a couple of days,

Holla back at me!

Look where I rap, make the crowd get loud like the sound of a gat

LA on my baseball hat, where they wanna ride up on you in that black on black

Move, betta, bounce like a mother 

when brother got mass weapons of war with each other

X getting big, not ready to die yet, my militant mindset

got you runnin for cover



[Chorus]



[Hook]

I'm the life of the party, 

I got a moon roof, we poppin up out of

Look at the whole world they talkin about us

I got a mean hook, to ride on ya body



[Verse 3]

I wanna talk a little, pick ya brain

wanna see you in somethin little, walk around the plane

I got a lot to gain, getting my record off the ground

like David Blaine

So now, what you know bout me?, I'm a self-made man from poverty

Now I own a lot of property

I pimp rides, lifestyles, and companies

Now let me spit you the facts

I used to hustle the corner, but I ain't bringin you that

I'm like swingin a bat, run at yo kneecaps for comin out ya face like that

baby girl touchin my chain, now let me tell you who I ain't

Bitch you can't run no games, (A gangsta baby, ain't nothing changed)



[Chorus]
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