Tekst piosenki
(Pound Cake Intro Pitched Down)
(Verse 1)
Feed me tapes
Feed me tapes
Gotta get ya hype for that Feed Me Grapes
It’s an album not a mixtape
It’s a mistake
It’s a risk take
Magnums ain’t big enough, they need to make a Tac size
Cum all over bitches, well at least they getting baptized
I double tap it like Instagram
Zombieland
Don’t call me man
Ima godly man
You a uncle sam
Touching these bitches like uncles man
Verses are too serious
Fuck a girl delirious
Never stop and she late, Now that’s two missing periods
Done rapping, going to school yeah
I’m done for
Whole life, focusing, buying me some
Concords
I know I’m good but you gotta let
Tom go
It’s a waste of time and I’m tryna be timeless, but
(Verse 2)
You know that I got it
You know that I’m cocky
Bend forward let me see the trunk
Messin hydraulics
Imperial
Cheer me on
I kill em like Terio
British girls coming and they just offer there Cheerio
She hopping on my Dragon Balls
She like Cum In Cum In Heah
I’m like step a step away
Fore I hit you with my arm
Ima youngling
Became a young king
Unseen
No parental supervision
Still kept it g
(Verse 3)
Guess that I’m on my best behavior
No
They used to never wanna play us
And they still don’t
Don’t you ever get it fucked up
Remember?
Generation Y was on top 8
Remember?
Take her was repeated play
Open the bag, heads in display
Ludacris playing
Get the fuck out my way
Your life’s more depressing than 06 Myspace
Fuck last year’s tape
This year Feed Me Grapes
Told yall I’m great
You need me there?
Get Statefarm here
I’m the man thats sincere
Giving love to the peers
Vote me as the best
Or i drop you off the pier
(Verse 4)
Young kid that no ones fucking with
Dead remote means I cut your clique
Bars make you all shutdown like the government
Oh but mah
I told em it was coming, didn’t I
Got sentences that’d make you pop Abilify
So civilized
Getting scrutinized
Told you that I would never lie
I work for two like gemini
Poke Jew food, its germanized
Every song that I make, you swear I sold my soul
King Midas, when I touch piano, song are gold
On another note, I’m trouble(Treble)
Do it solo
Call Sopranos
Tell em kill him at Sedanos
Keep the connoli
I’m Loki, my thorough ways
Red penises, like toro gay
I’m only selling you this product
By screaming at you like Billy Mays
But
(Verse 5)
That was back when I was 9
Then I made a rhyme
Cops came over my house to ask Mom
All these questions I
Couldn’t answer cause I was a child
They were going wild
Talking bout how I just killed a mi-
Nor and now I’m dying
Momma starts to cry
She is asking why
I would do that time
Why would I
Cause trouble at my school
This is dumb
Hey mom
He deserved it
Swear to god
Fuck
Now they come to me to ask me about the youngin
Ah man goddamn my bars were lose
The cop said that I killed him rhyming nigga fuck your truce
(When did you battle him in school
Think you were cool?
You made a mockery of him
Now his momma don’t love him)
I swear it was for fun
I wasn’t even loud
I didn’t mean to kill little (BEEP) nah
And this is not a tape recording Saying that I did it
But after that day
They just looked at me different
And I’m
(Verse 6)
Getting all the cheddar
For the better
Just to get her wetter
Sweater weather
Rocking more jackets
Then begin to sweat it
Just forget it
I know I’ll regret it
If I let em get it
What you bettin?
That I’m gonna lose it to other niggas
Never did a lady tell me
That I didn’t leave her grunting
Stunt on these hoes
Pro skater sipping Robotussin
You my bro
Chilling wit my cousins
I gotta dozen
Buzzin of something
That I’d never buy at any outlet
I live without it
You start to doubt it
The fact I’m rapping Rap
God
Gotta question just ask
God
That’s me
Ask me
Oh si
You see I
Light em up, and they Fall Out Boy
Walk out boy
Commander shep said come destroy
But
(Verse 7)
You know I put numbers on the board
Don’t slumber on your whore
Cause i come to cum hard
In the temple
Bullet to your temple
She get attached by the tenth blow
The tempo
Gives me this temper to tamper with
My room is a hamper for bitches
Coming to damper with
My goals and my dreams
I spit like I’m 2Pac
Im spanish disculpa
(Verse 8)
My spicca
My spicca
Most likely ima die with my cd in my fingers
November 10th, I hope all these niggas listen
I worked real hard, so please go cop it
Hashtag the name make me a trending topic
Whatever you want, do it all for me
Please cause lately been thinking about things
That I shouldn’t think about
I might go suicidal
Won’t probably see my little sister at recitals
Goddamn My nigga
I been stressin my nigga
Download it my nigga
Show your friends my nigga
It’s Feed Me Grapes my nigga
Feed Me Grapes my nigga
My nigga my nigga(4x)
Feed Me Grapes
Random Pause Bitch!!!
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