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Ian Frequency


[Intro: Ian Frequency]
Uh, uh, ya

[Verse 1: Ian Frequency]
Derrick Fisher with the swisher
Tell lil shawty give me kisses
[?] with the stitches
So delicious when I whip it
[?] religious superstition
Just a virgo on a mission
Circle around you like a fidget
Rap a circle round you leave you spinnin'
Leave you stuck without a vision
And took enough for you to listen
Bleeding your eardrums until theres no fixin'
Jaden with jewels and diamonds they glistenin'
I want a Tesla all white without interest
Nonlegal citizens killed with the innocent
In this vicinity triplin' cops always watchin' us
Take the beat chop it up they gonna copy uh
The moment is mine for the takin uh
Legend in the making
Earthquakes keep shakin'
Got a couple thousand cases
We need to bring in the bass
New girl and she caked up
Fine as hell no makeup
Got the shoes and they laced up
Lil joker got no pace
In the city gotta lay low
Broke joker got no pesos
Han Solo with the Falcon
Tell us speak a little louder
I can see it through my glasses
Appearance doesn't really matter
[?] fantastic
Imma hit you with the magic, hit you with the Hocus Pocus
Back in the 6 with a focus
Turn from a [bird?] to a locust
Hit up [?] goin' loco
Few years, couple vacays
Golden paint on the canvas
No more givin' chances
Imma run around you backwards
Got no time to deal with as*h*les
[Pay it up or?] where the tax go
Government is on a lasso
Imma swim around you tadpoles
I ain't never seen a trap house
Only been inside my mom's house (No matter what we gotta ball)
Ghost writing, yeah I was a source
Like me and Teo gotta bring in the Force
Suicidal Tendencies on the shorts
Doin' numbers, I can show you reports
Send a joker to the past
I ain't jokin' bout my past life
Run away, I'm runnin' red lights
Imma pick up where I left off
Imma find a way to flex
The biddies they got me caressed
Sugarcoated in the process, all the foods all processed
I'm boutta sell out Verizon, play the music on Horizon
Ian Frequency a hyphen
Got the hair like I'm a lion
Black shirt where the Ray-Bans
Save the blessings for the amen
They just killed about eight kids from poor diet in a wasteland
The country is fallin' apart
None of that is in the forte
Whole country need the [?], come together on solutions
Confidence like Beyonce, come together like the fusion
We just trippin' on confusion
Watch how I'm ownin' the moment
The government be so controllin'
You better get with the movement
Isolated boutta lose it
Jimi Hendrix with the guitar, hundred dollars for a feature
No more runnin' cause my feet hurt
All year Four Seasons
Imma whip it like I'm Caesar
Step on needles like they seashells
Yeah something like wizard, this the perfect situation
This is music on the move

[Outro: Ian Frequency]
Really don't know who I am anymore
Anymore
Really don't know who I am anymore
Anymore

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