Traiven Lee - Artist of the Century
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Who you know singing these hooks like this
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Homie don't look at my chick that's bae
Baby don't kiss on my lips they flames
Catch me flip flopping on the angle
Catch me kriss krossing on the game
Cowboy fuck around and get rangled
South of state but North with the aim
Aim for the head I'll be leaving a stain
Bitch I'm an Arctic wolf out my cage
Who let the dog out girl I'm deranged
Look at my teeth you can tell I'm insane
Look at my eyes you can tell I ain't tame
That's what they like they need someone to blame
Tell these bitches to get out of my frame
Telling LXE I ain't gonna change
Murcielago we hopping on planes
Grabbing our Glocks and we slide to the range
Selling our stocks and we slide to the blank
S on my chest like I'm wearing my cape
S when I shift y'all ain't even in the race
Think you can rap little bitch know your place
Study your shit 'fore you walk on a stage
You can tell that I'm with it the way that I sway
You can tell that I get it the way I don't wait
I'm on my business can't rely on fate
Top of the state look at my rank
Top of the nation how could I tank
I don't be watching TV I be wrecking on beats
I be growing my name
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Who you know singing these hooks like this
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Homie don't look at my chick that's bae
Baby don't kiss on my lips they flames
Catch me flip flopping on the angle
Catch me kriss krossing on the game
Artist of the century
Five K for the entry
Running fast cant hit me
Swiftly call me a Swifty
Sprinter man in sprinter van y'all get me
Me and LXE gon' slide to your city
Cross country she riding with me
Doing a show at the top of Yosemite
Fall off the grid I be hitting the Griddy
Look at my bank account five fifty
Trying to raise the amount get nifty
Channel my energy in through my midi
Materializing a milly
Looking at me like
Mmm Mmm fitting
I just want everyone looking at me
I just want everyone looking at me
Look at me homie just show me your eyes
Looking around and we living to die
Singing a ballad I'm flipping the vibe
Confusing no lie
Reusing my rhymes
Still got to be the greatest of all time
Yeah yeah it's me homie
Yeah yeah it's Lee bitch
Ooh yeah it's Lee homie
Uh uh they need this
Uh yeah getting sea sick
The way we rocking rocking rocking rocking
Keeping it humble and keeping it intimate
Making sure we're taking time off to chill a bit
Want to vaca out to far away villages
Cutting the filament sipping this venomous
Sick of the death to death and I been
Craving a bit of liquor and we mix it with lime
It gets me to feel it quicker then we sip on some wine
Saturday I'm feeling sick and end up wasting my time
So if you're feeling how I'm feeling raise your glass to the sky
Raise your whisky to the sky
Shit do really be hard sometimes
What are y'all craving and why
Throw back a flight with the homies tonight
Turning it up drinking it down
Looking around are we feeling alright
Bro what a life LED lights
Elden Ring on my PS5
Hey Google play me a vibe
Playing Traiven Lee on Spotify
They don't know who's on the mic
They be like damn that's you?
That's tight
I be like yeah that's right
Next song come on we playing Finish Line
After the show she tells me I'm her type
Lexie right next to me starting a fight
Have a good time but don't cross the line
Say what you want just keep it online
Sending me threats get sent to the side
Tap in the bio get sent to my site
Paranoid I went and bought me a nine
Break in my crib you get sent to the afterlife
Highway ninety nine seeing the signs
Taking a right tonight I'm
Craving a bit of liquor and we mix it with lime
It gets me to feel it quicker then we sip on some wine
Saturday I'm feeling sick and end up wasting my time
So if you're feeling how I'm feeling raise your glass to the sky
Written by:
Traiven Neoma
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