Cesar Cipher - Balls To The Wall (feat. Brisbo Davis)

I ain't slowin down but I'm losin the crowd
They don't really know what I'm talkin about
I don't give a fuck because I'm blowin the loud
Balls to the wall bitch I'm goin all out

Talk Heavy I need a dolly
To carry my rhyme flows Muhammed Ali
Float like a butterfly sting like Killa Bee
And swingin for the fences is my hobby
Hollywood Hippie what they call me
I heard about a party
Kizzy hit me on a walkie talkie
Copy
I get back to'em grab we at the lab again
Get busy wit Bris Money Magic and Vatican
Why they ignorin the team but we ain't mad at'em
They stuck in traffic we're in our lane passin'em
Wit a can of petroleum handy but we ain't gassin'em
My gang hang ten on our wave yours is crashin and
We flood the town wit the power of a tsunami
Get washed hung to dry and folded like origami
You can't bomb me solo or ensemble
This album don't sell next join I'm gon mumble

I ain't slowin down but I'm losin the crowd
They don't really know what I'm talkin about
I don't give a fuck because I'm blowin the loud
Balls to the wall bitch I'm goin all out

I'm headin to the top in the cockpit a rocket ship
Wit 6 topless bitches some bottles of Ciroc vodka
Whole lot of bud bumpin Andy Milonakis
Skinny mane tell me this fell out yo pocket
My demeanor is misdemeanor wake up cleaner
Than Beyonce' wit fresh silk sheets all in between her
I'm Robert Downey Senior
You tease me I'll catch a felony
You though that I couldn't get any meaner look
See you don't know me
I'm an OG low key blowin an OZ
An animal crash ya picnic I'm Yogie boo boo
Fuck wit hoes that only text wit emojis
Give'em a dick pic
Nigga where I'm at it's lit
Best way to describe me in 1 word misfit
My girl lost my weed I'm like this bitch
I guess I'm guilty cuz the glove did fit
Bronco

I ain't slowin down but I'm losin the crowd
They don't really know what I'm talkin about
I don't give a fuck because I'm blowin the loud
Balls to the wall bitch I'm goin all out

The fact of the matters you ***! don't matter
The facts I chatter will fracture backbones shatter
Glass jaw but act raw **! mag ad broke rappers
Go big or go the fuck home
They chose the ladder
Devour a beat in 3 minutes flat
When I walk in the booth I bring in a gat
While I'm tellin these bitties here kitty cat
Hippie
You wanted somethin to skip well this isn't that
The devil got in me last night
I fucked 4 and half ***** the half was a midget I'm an ass right
You all laughed tho so it's aight
Now I'll give you the whole jawn cuz I ain't bout that half life
Dads got a brand new bag a badman
Battle Em for a deal to a bagpipe in Baghdad
Breaking Bad Into The Badlands
I'm The Walking Dead Man this might be my last stand

The breakdown goes right here
But I don't know what to say
So just bring the hook back OK
Just bring the
Mag

Written by:
Cesar Munoz

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