lirik lagu ultimate (remix) – denzel curry
[intro]
ronny j, listen up
[chorus: denzel curry]
i am the one, don’t weigh a ton
don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street (okay)
under the sun, the b-st-rd son
will pop the glock to feed himself and family (sheesh)
by any means, your enemies, my enemies
we wet them up like a canteen (d-mn)
the yellow tape surrounds the fate
don’t have a face, so now you late, open the gates (god d-mn)
[verse 1: denzel curry]
great, eliminate like elimidate (ooh)
hey, young boy had to penetrate (ooh)
face, young boy done caught a case (ooh)
bang, now his mama livin’ with the pain (uh)
wait, doctor says he’s gonna stay (huh?)
let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate (oh)
now a n-gg- harder than the head of the state (d-mn)
denzel curry is the new candidate (d-mn)
ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite
stop this sh-t, chop your esophagus (esophagus)
b-tches be boppin’ it, bow down and pop it in
droppin’ it in her esophagus (esophagus)
she get so nasty, in public she cl-ssy
perhaps she is able to swallow it (uh)
girl, i can make you a star (star, ooh)
then i put her -ss on apollo, b-tch (d-mn)
b-tch, i am ultimate, behold my awesomeness
narcissist, part time an arsonist (flame)
rippin’ through cartilage, i am the hardest, b-tch
wrap it up, put in sarcophagus (d-mn)
dearly departed, it’s done when it started
so now that i’m livin’ so harmonious (harmonious)
feelin’ like spartacus, curry the ultimate
i am the best, there’s no politics
b-tch, i’m ultimate, ultimate
b-tch, i’m…
[chorus: denzel curry]
i am the one, don’t weigh a ton
don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street (okay)
under the sun, the b-st-rd son
will pop the glock to feed himself and family (sheesh)
by any means, your enemies, my enemies
we wet them up like a canteen (d-mn)
the yellow tape surrounds the fate
don’t have a face, so now you late, open the gates (d-mn)
[verse 2: denzel curry]
ultimate, infinite, flow is opium
open the internet, photosynthesis
put up parentheses, temporary
very scary if i feel like dirty harry
just might bust a b-tch, never knew my life
but yet the question is, “is he fake? is he real?”
what the message is, chop a b-tch n-gg- up
i’ma sever it when i sever sh-t
i k!ll ’em, no kony, these n-gg-s ain’t homies
claim you the homie, i turn into broly
droppin’ melodic, enter the cosmic
flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic
flow like a foreigner, i’m the torturer
out of south florida, call the coroner
k!lled in the corridor, i’m the overlord
rhymes like a sorcerer, i’m an animorph
b-tch, i’m a beast
n-gg-, you tell me who f-ckin’ with me
k to the i to the n to the g
claim you the hottest, but i disagree
better learn something and get a degree
this for lord infamous, so r.i.p
arrivederci, b-tches lookin’ thirsty
ridin’ through the dirty, like it’s mandatory
ending of the story
[chorus: denzel curry]
i am the one, don’t weigh a ton
don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street (okay)
under the sun, the b-st-rd son
will pop the glock to feed himself and family (sheesh)
by any means, your enemies, my enemies
we wet them up like a canteen (d-mn)
the yellow tape surrounds the fate
don’t have a face, so now you late, open the gates
[verse 3: juicy j]
yeah, aye, i am the juice from the mafia 6
i will pimp slap a b-tch ’cause i don’t give a d-mn
i am the n-gg- that drank the hard liquor
i smoke like a hippy and i pop them xans
i am the n-gg- that showed you the game
how to stick to the money and get you some dough
ain’t no excuses you grinding you get it
you whippin’ and flipping and stunt on these hoes
i need a moment of silence today
i k!lled the club, i pulled up in a wraith
so hypnotizing, these hoes mesmerized by my diamonds
i shine and they try to throw shade
i want the throat but i’m too proud to pay
b-tch skip the talking i throw a lil’ bread
she get to sucking and i just discover
the whole other meaning to price on your head
yo, tell ’em bring me chain for a thousand (hol’ up!)
matter fact, make it fifty thousand (hol’ up!)
i got so much sauce dripping on me
i think i’ma ’bout to change my name to a thousand island
b-tch i’m about to turn up a level
f-ckin’ rnb chicks out of coach-lla
give her that d-ck she think i’m in love with her
now she texting me a motherf-cking four-page letter
[chorus: denzel curry]
i am the one, don’t weigh a ton
don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street (okay)
under the sun, the b-st-rd son
will pop the glock to feed himself and family (sheesh)
by any means, your enemies, my enemies
we wet them up like a canteen (d-mn)
the yellow tape surrounds the fate
don’t have a face, so now you late, open the gates
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