Ultimate (Remix|Explicit)
Denzel Curry"Ultimate (Remix|Explicit)" is a song by Denzel Curry, released in 2015 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:01 long and contains 106 lines and 825 words.
Lyrics
0:09Ronny J listen up
0:17I am the one don't weigh a ton
0:19Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street
0:21Under the sun the bastard son
0:22Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
0:25By any means your enemies my enemies
0:27We wet them up like a canteen
0:29The yellow tape surrounds the fate
0:31Don't have a face so now you late open the gates
0:33Great eliminate like elimisate
0:36Hey young boy had to penetrate
0:38Face young boy done caught a case
0:40Bang now his mama living with the pain
0:42Wait doctor says he's gonna stay
0:44Let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate
0:46Now a n***a harder than the head of the state
0:48Denzel Curry is the new candidate
0:50Ultimate alternate you are the opposite
0:52Stop this s**t chop your esophagus
0:55B***hes be bopping it bow down and popping it
0:57Dropping it in her esophagus
0:59She get so nasty in public she classy
1:01Perhaps she is able to swallow it
1:03Girl I can make you a star
1:05Then I put her a*s on Apollo b***h
1:07B***h I am ultimate behold my awesomeness
1:09Narcissist part time an arsonist
1:11Ripping through cartilage I am the hardest b***h
1:13Wrap it up put in sarcophagus
1:16Dearly departed it's done when it started
1:18So now that I'm living so harmoniously
1:20Feeling like Spartacus Curry the ultimate
1:22I am the best there's no politics b***h I'm ultimate
1:28Ultimate
1:32I am the one don't weigh a ton
1:34Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street
1:37Under the sun the bastard son
1:38Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
1:41By any means your enemies my enemies
1:43We wet them up like a canteen
1:45The yellow tape surrounds the fate
1:47Don't have a face so now you late open the gates
1:49Ultimate infinite flow is opium
1:52Open the internet photosynthesis
1:54Put up parentheses temporary
1:56Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry
1:58Just might bust a b***h never knew my life
2:00But yet the question is is he fake is he real
2:02What the message is chop a b***h n***a up
2:04I'mma sever it when I sever s**t
2:06I kill 'em no Kony these n***as ain't homies
2:08Claim you the homie I turn into Broly
2:10Dropping melodic enter the cosmic
2:12Flow like a prophet lyrical toxic
2:15Flow like a foreigner I'm the torturer
2:17Out of South Florida call the coroner
2:19Killed in the corridor I'm the overlord
2:21Rhymes like a sorcerer I'm an animorph
2:23B***h I'm a beast
2:24N***a you tell me who f**king with me
2:26K to the I to the N to the G
2:28Claim you the hottest but I disagree
2:30Better love something than get a degree
2:32This for Lord Infamous so RIP
2:34Arrivederci b***hes looking thirsty riding through the dirty
2:38Like it's mandatory ending of the story
2:40I am the one don't weigh a ton
2:42Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street
2:44Under the sun the bastard son
2:46Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
2:48By any means your enemies my enemies
2:51We wet them up like a canteen
2:52The yellow tape surrounds the fate
2:54Don't have a face so now you late open the gates
2:57Yeah aye I am the juice from the mafia six
2:59I will pimp slap a b***h 'cause I don't give a d**n
3:01I am the n***a that drank the hard liquor
3:03I smoke like a hippy and I pop them xans
3:05I am the n***a that showed you the game
3:07How to stick to the money and get you some dough
3:09Ain't no excuses you grinding you get it
3:11You whippin' and flipping and stunt on these hoes
3:14I need a moment of silence today
3:16I killed the club I pulled up in a Wraith
3:18So hypnotizing these hoes mesmerized by my diamonds
3:20I shine and they try to throw shade
3:22I want the throat but I'm too proud to pay
3:24B***h skip the talking I throw a lil' bread
3:26She get to sucking and I just discover
3:28The whole other meaning to price on your head
3:30Yo tell 'em bring me chain for a thousand hol up
3:33Matter fact make it fifty thousand hol up
3:35I got so much sauce dripping on me
3:37I think I'ma 'bout to change my name to a thousand island
3:39B***h I'm about to turn up a level
3:41F**kin' RNB chicks out of Coachella
3:43Give her that dick she think I'm in love with her
3:45Now she texting me a motherf**king four-page letter
3:47I am the one don't weigh a ton
3:49Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street okay
3:52Under the sun the bastard son
3:53Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family sheesh
3:56By any means your enemies my enemies
3:58We wet them up like a canteen d**n
4:00The yellow tape surrounds the fate
4:01Don't have a face so now you late open the gates
Ronny J listen up I am the one don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face so now you late open the gates Great eliminate like elimisate Hey young boy had to penetrate Face young boy done caught a case Bang now his mama living with the pain Wait doctor says he's gonna stay Let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate Now a n***a harder than the head of the state Denzel Curry is the new candidate Ultimate alternate you are the opposite Stop this s**t chop your esophagus B***hes be bopping it bow down and popping it Dropping it in her esophagus She get so nasty in public she classy Perhaps she is able to swallow it Girl I can make you a star Then I put her a*s on Apollo b***h B***h I am ultimate behold my awesomeness Narcissist part time an arsonist Ripping through cartilage I am the hardest b***h Wrap it up put in sarcophagus Dearly departed it's done when it started So now that I'm living so harmoniously Feeling like Spartacus Curry the ultimate I am the best there's no politics b***h I'm ultimate Ultimate I am the one don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face so now you late open the gates 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***h never knew my life But yet the question is is he fake is he real What the message is chop a b***h n***a up I'mma sever it when I sever s**t I kill 'em no Kony these n***as ain't homies Claim you the homie I turn into Broly Dropping 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 Killed in the corridor I'm the overlord Rhymes like a sorcerer I'm an animorph B***h I'm a beast N***a you tell me who f**king with me K to the I to the N to the G Claim you the hottest but I disagree Better love something than get a degree This for Lord Infamous so RIP Arrivederci b***hes looking thirsty riding through the dirty Like it's mandatory ending of the story I am the one don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face so now you late open the gates Yeah aye I am the juice from the mafia six I will pimp slap a b***h 'cause I don't give a d**n I am the n***a that drank the hard liquor I smoke like a hippy and I pop them xans I am the n***a 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 killed 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***h 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***h I'm about to turn up a level F**kin' RNB chicks out of Coachella Give her that dick she think I'm in love with her Now she texting me a motherf**king four-page letter 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 bastard 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**n The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face so now you late open the gates
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