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Banjop - Bawsing lyrics

Artist: Banjop

album: Bawsing


Yeah
Who's bawsing
Upper cut you like Tyson
Uhh
I'm wildin
My crotch she holding like Jackson
All stringent, no relaxing
Like curfews out there in Kashmir region
Cut throat for the ones who be chicken
Tungtap for the ones who beefing
Uhh
Who here versatile be honest
Notorious on the mic I'm poppin
Racists furrier than kittens
Eat you up if you call me Chinese
All day informed stay so conscious
All they comments be so toxic
On a skillet I be frying on a pundit assesment if they asking me about where my heart is
I'm Osyris my girl she a Greek goddess
You lame I go Full taqat with it
You jealous Midas got my touch in it
Damn liars all fables
I leave like Dean Ambrose
Deep lines like A Warhol
You greasy like mayo
Covid shi covid lap ka ngiah peit khubor stupid
I snore I snore
Why you come round to impose
Show mofos the door
If you ain't paying get lost
All my exes I crossed
They lost me - their loss
I throw like dice I toss
So ketchup I'm the sauce
Chii
Heavy weight I'm a bawse
All of you light as dust
I be callin all the shots
You mofos get caught ayy
Thicker than Delhi smog
Your girl she a thot
Comparing me to the lot
But I'm a juggernaut
Yeah
My temperament it be cooler than frost bitten fingers playin mandolin
Only time I'm getting personal is business man then it's time to kill
I'mma make sure that I block they calls
If they trying pitch in with the small talk
I woke up this morning
I'm feeling audacious like who the fuck wanna brawl-call
Why you be spreadin the message you can't put to practice they look upto me when I talk
Dropped out of college I still got the knowledge
I made it man, all the way up to the top
Hmm
Who's bawsing
No flex,we mask in fashion
My watch Big Ben like London
In Shillong, blunts be rollin
Only low-key I be is when I'm mixin' on my potion
No school but class in session
Better proceed with caution
Who here versatile be honest Notorious I'm poppin rockin
Even when I'm minting don't compare me to a snob
Only way on top bet your ass I'm on the route
Smoking on a joint no rehearsal for the drop
When I smoke a rapper up, bet your ass he gonna vlog
Hmm
Good Lawd
Drop a beat now
Boutta give the beat a beat down
Turn Reaper when I take souls out
Turn Rapper when I put my soul out
Uuu
Who's bawsing
Got heat go Pop like corn in it
If you the G.O.A.T
I'm the true carnivorous
Pop all fake ones like bone sockets
You pop gun with the flex
I'm Top Gun like I'm Tom cruise in drop bombs in it
My eye shine light through the malice
No signs to be finished
So God is my witness
Chii
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