Dillon Cooper - State Of Elevation | Текст песни

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• State Of Elevation

[Verse 1: Dillon Cooper]
It's bout to be a state of elevation
Because the underdog is eatin' cus I'm starvin' like I'm Marvin
Yo, emaciated overdose
Ya never know the feeling that I get whenever I see the same
Bitches who play Dillon come on Facebook catchin' feelings
I'm appealin' now they feel the sound
Tryna get a feelin' on my dick so she can stick around
She just think I'm different now
Tatted up, Braces gone, tell the bitch leave me alone
Only thing she want is for the kid to fucking take her home
And lay it on the table, hop in the range, the game is changin' up
Switch it and I'm dangerous, Michael Jackson's angel dust
Pardon me I'm Harley with these lame MC's that's on me
And I'm jammin' out like Marley with the bitches blonde as Barbie

[Hook]
State of Elevation, now I'm levatatin'
Raisin' stakes and Angel Lake, Weed got me feeling great
Floatin' on a cloud it's amazin', Jimmy purple hazin'
Takin' over nations, we mutha'fuckin' blazin'!
Hey, We levatatin'
Raisin' stakes and Angel Lake, Weed got me feeling great
Floatin' on a cloud it's amazin', Jimmy purple hazin'
Takin' over nations, we muthafuckin' blazin'!

[Verse 2: Dillon Cooper]
I said our friendship's sex and party, after sexin' she was textin'
Her bestfriend cus she want next and I’m sure she gonna get it
With this modern day Mike Seaver, Martin, she was Gina
Told her Syanora it was really nice to meet ya
Now, it's on to the next one, learned the life lesson
Fuck'em but don't love'em so the next day I ain't text'em
It's closed by Anonymous, haters wanna try'n be us
Doo doo doo doo doo, now interested in the politics
The only thing I wanna do is body the game, remember the name
Dillon Cooper the Dark Knight, brass knuckles and knife fights
Get light and Harlem shake, coops time to dominate
The show is on the road, my pockets swollen up, them big bills
Always gotta stay Trill, red light, pop'em off
Top spot to knock'em off, take over like Hijackers
Detonation, coming faster, blowin' up, we mass attackin'
Stevie Wonder, bout to blast it, killin' all these whack ass rappers

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Dillon Cooper]
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Call the muthafuckin' cops, they don't pick up
I got the Ammunition in the system, making hits, get rich and
Bitches on my dick man, it's sick man, I'm livin' this
It's wicked ta wick a bitch, lick a clitoris, I'm feelin' it
Hit a little voodoo child, lay guitar the Hendrix style
Blood and shit, texting Stevie Ray Vaughn, Genghis Khan
An emperor, now cobra Jamaican nigga flexin' ya
Brooklyn is the best in this, haters who need evidence
I'm sellin' it all separate and buildin' money like Tetris
Irrelevance, my detriment, body baggin' perfection
It's expression (?) express, niggas get left
Guitar on my chest spittin' that depth, you heard that I'm
Coming for heads and cuttin' ya neck, better speed up, you 'bout to get left
Sick with the rhymes come with a crime crime, murdered the track, I'm doin' some time
Sick with the rhymes, crook with the crime, murdered the track, I’m doin' some time

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