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Astonishing Lyrics


Praxi Astonishing


[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy
Bitch I sound astonishing
On my Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada shit
Hard as shit
I ain't got no chains on, I abolished it
Bottom bitch
Sick like common cold, you lackin' common sense
Ayy, I might hit that Shmurda dance, no Bobby, bitch
Astonishing
On my Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada shit
Hard as shit
I ain't got no chains on, I abolished it
Bottom bitch
Sick like common cold, you lackin' common sense
Ayy, I might hit that Shmurda dance, no Bobby, bitch

[Verse]
Wait for the motherfuckin' mixtape
Just know I don't make motherfuckin' mistakes
Been on my wave since a motherfuckin' fifth grade
Ya'll too fake, don't fall for the clickbait
Ayy, put my life on display
I don't make shit for ya'll to dictate
Flow so cold took a motherfuckin' sick day
Go in the booth and I motherfuckin' hit-make
Say what you want, you ain't knocking the hussle
You tryna pop but I'm burstin' your bubble
Feelin' like Simba, the king of the jungle
I fit the styles like pieces of puzzles
Sometimes I feel like an og, huh
My style drippin' no codeine, huh
Don't ever think of me lowly, huh
You see my level, I'm op, huh
Tired of these niggas that trying me, nigga
I'm countin' my figures, I always deliver
I'm holdin' it down like I'm holdin' my liquor
Now get me a doctor, my flow gettin' sicker
Niggas try ballin' but here comes the kicker
This is my callin', no room for two winners
You lackin' the guts, I'll berzerk on you niggas
Man don't hit my line 'cause you don't look familiar
I don't like contracts, I'll find a loophole
Ballin' like Giannis, on to Antetokounmpo
Workin' like fire, feeling like Zuko
Down on my luck but I flipped it like Judo
Out of this world, I'm livin' on Pluto
Think they the smartest, they ain't got a clue though
Think you the hardest, but little do you know
You at the bottom, I'm numero uno

[Chorus]
Bitch I sound astonishing
On my Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada shit
Hard as shit
I ain't got no chains on, I abolished it
Bottom bitch
Sick like common cold, you lackin' common sense
Ayy, I might hit that Shmurda dance, no Bobby, bitch

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