Battle Roy - The Rest lyrics

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Battle Roy - The Rest lyrics

[Intro] You know we get live and we do it better than the rest Better than the rest, better, better than the rest I don't even try but I'm headed for success And you know I do it better than the rest [Verse One: Emilio Rojas] Yeah, I make it look easy, you got no cla**, you make it look sleazy Emili back in this motherf**ing puta, walk in and grab what I want I'm like a looter, nah, I'm not a shooter unless it's high stakes And I be at the West Inn, undressing my date You tell XXL December's my date, if I ain't on that cover Then it's Freshman Friday, I hit the highway I may pull three dames, keep them close to me for that HOV lane If they know we ain't friends, well then it's all cool I make ‘em wet, we turn it into a car pool While y'all drool, I smash and wet ‘em up ‘cause I get paid cash I don't have no creditors, you lame cats won't clash I let ‘em because I'm writing off your style like a fashion editor [Hook] You know we get live and we do it better than the rest Better than the rest, better, better than the rest I don't even try but I'm headed for success And you know I do it better than the rest Yeah, I get live and I do it better than the rest Better than the rest, better, better than the rest I don't even try but I'm headed for success And you know I do it better than the rest [Verse Two: Emilio Rojas] I'm shooting in your bullpen, in the other seat grinning She know that you a loser and my f**ing team winning She hope I introduce her to a couple freak women like hello And they tongue each other like a couple Gene Simmons And the luxury tenant hitting the suite Put them in that APC denim and that blue and white fitted Flow so cold like I'm chewing ice with it I don't boast no more, I just prove it by living I been appealing, women squeal, they getting feelings They all in and they all strip in they six inch heels I ain't eaten in days and sh** is getting real But I roll with model hoes, they love skipping meals Getting wishful, chips by the fistful Everybody watch like I lived in a fishbowl Swimming in women who are thicker like where they hips go? And they anorexic, what I'm getting in a fiscal? Yeah, when they hear my name, it induces fear Like they are ashamed of they music, peers Yeah, they know I came here to do this I'm making history while you are making excuses [Hook]

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