Take_it_Back_v2 (Charlie Heat Version) Denzel Curry & Kenny Beats
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[Intro]
He's heating up
[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Like Frederick Douglass, it's time to pick my brain apart
Lookin' at the menu, motherfucker, I'm the mane with art
The patriarch of this ZUU shit, never no FUU shit
Try to sue this, we end up on Sun Tzu shit
And you don't want that, buddy, there's no combat
Ask Drake to pick you a season for you to come back
Everything that Denzel spits, nigga, is all facts
I be stickin' to the paper like a thumbtack
Uh, I'm a paid motherfucker, gun tucker
I don't trust 'em, I don't love her
Little brother, don't make me reach out and touch ya
I don't got candy but I'll turn your head to Gushеrs, sucka
When you see the barrel bеtter pucker
Up for the kiss of death when silhouettes rush ya
Cold like Russia, six feet under
Sprayin' at your crew like a damn crop duster
[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
After dark the riot starts, way uglier than Bubba Sparxxx
Still tryin' to raise the charts so I don't have to push a shopping cart
You fell in love with Kali Ma, but now it's time to take your heart
These niggas want to take it back like civil rights and Rosa Parks
After dark the riot starts, way uglier than Bubba Sparxxx
Still tryin' to raise the charts so I don't have to push a shopping cart
You fell in love with Kali Ma, but now it's time to take your heart
These niggas want to take it back like civil rights and Rosa Parks
He's heating up
[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Like Frederick Douglass, it's time to pick my brain apart
Lookin' at the menu, motherfucker, I'm the mane with art
The patriarch of this ZUU shit, never no FUU shit
Try to sue this, we end up on Sun Tzu shit
And you don't want that, buddy, there's no combat
Ask Drake to pick you a season for you to come back
Everything that Denzel spits, nigga, is all facts
I be stickin' to the paper like a thumbtack
Uh, I'm a paid motherfucker, gun tucker
I don't trust 'em, I don't love her
Little brother, don't make me reach out and touch ya
I don't got candy but I'll turn your head to Gushеrs, sucka
When you see the barrel bеtter pucker
Up for the kiss of death when silhouettes rush ya
Cold like Russia, six feet under
Sprayin' at your crew like a damn crop duster
[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
After dark the riot starts, way uglier than Bubba Sparxxx
Still tryin' to raise the charts so I don't have to push a shopping cart
You fell in love with Kali Ma, but now it's time to take your heart
These niggas want to take it back like civil rights and Rosa Parks
After dark the riot starts, way uglier than Bubba Sparxxx
Still tryin' to raise the charts so I don't have to push a shopping cart
You fell in love with Kali Ma, but now it's time to take your heart
These niggas want to take it back like civil rights and Rosa Parks
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