Who’s Fuckin’ Around (remix)
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⏱️ 2:50 duration
🆔 ID: 30274583
📜 Lyrics
Yeah bitch, hey yo it's K-Skillz, the bangin Puerto Rican lady chaser
Rhyme maker, dro dime breaker, speed your pace up
I'm miles ahead of the competition, stop and listen closely
Niggas with the wack Casio beats, don't even approach me
Or I'mma throw your beat tape in the
Waste basket faggot (fuck outta here)
Go in your crib, break your sample like a bad habit (word)
The only way you're gonna get large is if you spit hard
Got heads waitin for my shit like Superbowl kickoff
I lick clit and burn incense, when the spliff's on
K-style rockin? C'mon, you got the shit wrong
I'm doin me, don't give a FUCK who you be
You talk a good one, but on the real you ain't foolin me
I'm tryin to pull a G times three, on every fifteen
Drop an album every two years, keepin productions sweet
Build somethin for myself, spread the wealth through my seeds
Greenbacks, weed and a mami, son, what else do I need?
Bring it on, let me know, who's fuckin around?
Celph Titled and K-Skillz, yeah you lovin the sound
From Maryland to N.Y., that's how we runnin it down
Time to surface from, under the ground, under the ground
Bring it on, let me know, who's fuckin around?
Celph Titled and K-Skillz, yeah you lovin the sound
From Maryland to N.Y., that's how we runnin it down
Time to surface from, under the ground, under the ground
Whenever Celph Titled drop shit, you niggas better cop it
I don't get head in the whip, I get my cock sucked in a cockpit
I'm no joke, I'll pull out in broad daylight
Hip-Hop ain't nuttin but a bitch to me, so I'mma rape this mic
You couldn't spit if you was a white boy, chewin tobacco
I'm a live nigga, gettin dough, doin fiascoes
Let the buck fifty donate some stab wounds
And fire buckshots like Priority did to Black Moon
I'm out for street fame, whether it be rockin mics
Or pullin Glocks in heists, knockin niggas off of motorbikes
My pockets stay thicker than a male's eyebrows
And my style without a doubt is quick to put your lights out
Leave you iced out, stranded in Antarctica
My cannons hit harder when bullets fly, sparkin your Nautica
Motherfucker, this is New York's finest
Comin loud and clear, but now it's time to get the fuck up outta here
Yo, I get better in time like The Whispers
Gettin money like Haitian restaurants on U Street, with the tip cups
My joints is like, audio merry-go-rounds
A stereo sound, turnin D.C. into a burial ground
Fuckin around with these niggas and
You might just get your face ripped off
By the semi-automatic lettin the clip off
I be the raw spic to leave your fuckin jaw split
If this is a battle, congratulations, you just lost it!
{-Scratched: "K-Skillz, Celph Titled"
Rhyme maker, dro dime breaker, speed your pace up
I'm miles ahead of the competition, stop and listen closely
Niggas with the wack Casio beats, don't even approach me
Or I'mma throw your beat tape in the
Waste basket faggot (fuck outta here)
Go in your crib, break your sample like a bad habit (word)
The only way you're gonna get large is if you spit hard
Got heads waitin for my shit like Superbowl kickoff
I lick clit and burn incense, when the spliff's on
K-style rockin? C'mon, you got the shit wrong
I'm doin me, don't give a FUCK who you be
You talk a good one, but on the real you ain't foolin me
I'm tryin to pull a G times three, on every fifteen
Drop an album every two years, keepin productions sweet
Build somethin for myself, spread the wealth through my seeds
Greenbacks, weed and a mami, son, what else do I need?
Bring it on, let me know, who's fuckin around?
Celph Titled and K-Skillz, yeah you lovin the sound
From Maryland to N.Y., that's how we runnin it down
Time to surface from, under the ground, under the ground
Bring it on, let me know, who's fuckin around?
Celph Titled and K-Skillz, yeah you lovin the sound
From Maryland to N.Y., that's how we runnin it down
Time to surface from, under the ground, under the ground
Whenever Celph Titled drop shit, you niggas better cop it
I don't get head in the whip, I get my cock sucked in a cockpit
I'm no joke, I'll pull out in broad daylight
Hip-Hop ain't nuttin but a bitch to me, so I'mma rape this mic
You couldn't spit if you was a white boy, chewin tobacco
I'm a live nigga, gettin dough, doin fiascoes
Let the buck fifty donate some stab wounds
And fire buckshots like Priority did to Black Moon
I'm out for street fame, whether it be rockin mics
Or pullin Glocks in heists, knockin niggas off of motorbikes
My pockets stay thicker than a male's eyebrows
And my style without a doubt is quick to put your lights out
Leave you iced out, stranded in Antarctica
My cannons hit harder when bullets fly, sparkin your Nautica
Motherfucker, this is New York's finest
Comin loud and clear, but now it's time to get the fuck up outta here
Yo, I get better in time like The Whispers
Gettin money like Haitian restaurants on U Street, with the tip cups
My joints is like, audio merry-go-rounds
A stereo sound, turnin D.C. into a burial ground
Fuckin around with these niggas and
You might just get your face ripped off
By the semi-automatic lettin the clip off
I be the raw spic to leave your fuckin jaw split
If this is a battle, congratulations, you just lost it!
{-Scratched: "K-Skillz, Celph Titled"
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.18] Yeah bitch, hey yo it's K-Skillz, the bangin Puerto Rican lady chaser
[00:03.85] Rhyme maker, dro dime breaker, speed your pace up
[00:06.01] I'm miles ahead of the competition, stop and listen closely
[00:08.63] Niggas with the wack Casio beats, don't even approach me
[00:11.51] Or I'mma throw your beat tape in the
[00:12.87] Waste basket faggot (fuck outta here)
[00:14.09] Go in your crib, break your sample like a bad habit (word)
[00:16.69] The only way you're gonna get large is if you spit hard
[00:19.19] Got heads waitin for my shit like Superbowl kickoff
[00:21.82] I lick clit and burn incense, when the spliff's on
[00:24.53] K-style rockin? C'mon, you got the shit wrong
[00:26.98] I'm doin me, don't give a FUCK who you be
[00:29.15] You talk a good one, but on the real you ain't foolin me
[00:31.84] I'm tryin to pull a G times three, on every fifteen
[00:34.30] Drop an album every two years, keepin productions sweet
[00:37.20] Build somethin for myself, spread the wealth through my seeds
[00:39.62] Greenbacks, weed and a mami, son, what else do I need?
[00:42.28] Bring it on, let me know, who's fuckin around?
[00:44.75] Celph Titled and K-Skillz, yeah you lovin the sound
[00:47.42] From Maryland to N.Y., that's how we runnin it down
[00:50.01] Time to surface from, under the ground, under the ground
[00:52.62] Bring it on, let me know, who's fuckin around?
[00:55.19] Celph Titled and K-Skillz, yeah you lovin the sound
[00:57.67] From Maryland to N.Y., that's how we runnin it down
[01:00.35] Time to surface from, under the ground, under the ground
[01:02.84] Whenever Celph Titled drop shit, you niggas better cop it
[01:05.71] I don't get head in the whip, I get my cock sucked in a cockpit
[01:08.65] I'm no joke, I'll pull out in broad daylight
[01:10.90] Hip-Hop ain't nuttin but a bitch to me, so I'mma rape this mic
[01:13.78] You couldn't spit if you was a white boy, chewin tobacco
[01:16.56] I'm a live nigga, gettin dough, doin fiascoes
[01:19.18] Let the buck fifty donate some stab wounds
[01:21.24] And fire buckshots like Priority did to Black Moon
[01:24.18] I'm out for street fame, whether it be rockin mics
[01:26.42] Or pullin Glocks in heists, knockin niggas off of motorbikes
[01:29.25] My pockets stay thicker than a male's eyebrows
[01:31.66] And my style without a doubt is quick to put your lights out
[01:34.51] Leave you iced out, stranded in Antarctica
[01:36.75] My cannons hit harder when bullets fly, sparkin your Nautica
[01:39.75] Motherfucker, this is New York's finest
[01:41.73] Comin loud and clear, but now it's time to get the fuck up outta here
[01:44.58] Yo, I get better in time like The Whispers
[02:07.04] Gettin money like Haitian restaurants on U Street, with the tip cups
[02:10.39] My joints is like, audio merry-go-rounds
[02:12.32] A stereo sound, turnin D.C. into a burial ground
[02:15.44] Fuckin around with these niggas and
[02:16.88] You might just get your face ripped off
[02:18.65] By the semi-automatic lettin the clip off
[02:21.03] I be the raw spic to leave your fuckin jaw split
[02:23.33] If this is a battle, congratulations, you just lost it!
[02:26.68] {-Scratched: "K-Skillz, Celph Titled"
[02:50.16]
[00:03.85] Rhyme maker, dro dime breaker, speed your pace up
[00:06.01] I'm miles ahead of the competition, stop and listen closely
[00:08.63] Niggas with the wack Casio beats, don't even approach me
[00:11.51] Or I'mma throw your beat tape in the
[00:12.87] Waste basket faggot (fuck outta here)
[00:14.09] Go in your crib, break your sample like a bad habit (word)
[00:16.69] The only way you're gonna get large is if you spit hard
[00:19.19] Got heads waitin for my shit like Superbowl kickoff
[00:21.82] I lick clit and burn incense, when the spliff's on
[00:24.53] K-style rockin? C'mon, you got the shit wrong
[00:26.98] I'm doin me, don't give a FUCK who you be
[00:29.15] You talk a good one, but on the real you ain't foolin me
[00:31.84] I'm tryin to pull a G times three, on every fifteen
[00:34.30] Drop an album every two years, keepin productions sweet
[00:37.20] Build somethin for myself, spread the wealth through my seeds
[00:39.62] Greenbacks, weed and a mami, son, what else do I need?
[00:42.28] Bring it on, let me know, who's fuckin around?
[00:44.75] Celph Titled and K-Skillz, yeah you lovin the sound
[00:47.42] From Maryland to N.Y., that's how we runnin it down
[00:50.01] Time to surface from, under the ground, under the ground
[00:52.62] Bring it on, let me know, who's fuckin around?
[00:55.19] Celph Titled and K-Skillz, yeah you lovin the sound
[00:57.67] From Maryland to N.Y., that's how we runnin it down
[01:00.35] Time to surface from, under the ground, under the ground
[01:02.84] Whenever Celph Titled drop shit, you niggas better cop it
[01:05.71] I don't get head in the whip, I get my cock sucked in a cockpit
[01:08.65] I'm no joke, I'll pull out in broad daylight
[01:10.90] Hip-Hop ain't nuttin but a bitch to me, so I'mma rape this mic
[01:13.78] You couldn't spit if you was a white boy, chewin tobacco
[01:16.56] I'm a live nigga, gettin dough, doin fiascoes
[01:19.18] Let the buck fifty donate some stab wounds
[01:21.24] And fire buckshots like Priority did to Black Moon
[01:24.18] I'm out for street fame, whether it be rockin mics
[01:26.42] Or pullin Glocks in heists, knockin niggas off of motorbikes
[01:29.25] My pockets stay thicker than a male's eyebrows
[01:31.66] And my style without a doubt is quick to put your lights out
[01:34.51] Leave you iced out, stranded in Antarctica
[01:36.75] My cannons hit harder when bullets fly, sparkin your Nautica
[01:39.75] Motherfucker, this is New York's finest
[01:41.73] Comin loud and clear, but now it's time to get the fuck up outta here
[01:44.58] Yo, I get better in time like The Whispers
[02:07.04] Gettin money like Haitian restaurants on U Street, with the tip cups
[02:10.39] My joints is like, audio merry-go-rounds
[02:12.32] A stereo sound, turnin D.C. into a burial ground
[02:15.44] Fuckin around with these niggas and
[02:16.88] You might just get your face ripped off
[02:18.65] By the semi-automatic lettin the clip off
[02:21.03] I be the raw spic to leave your fuckin jaw split
[02:23.33] If this is a battle, congratulations, you just lost it!
[02:26.68] {-Scratched: "K-Skillz, Celph Titled"
[02:50.16]