Tekst piosenki
Welcome to the game
We ready for lift off
Don’t forget to get
Somethin in the gift shop
Lyrics that I’m spitting
Ain’t reflected by the plays I’m gettin
Day to day
I’m hitting
Bang a rang
Admit it
Fastly
Aim away
Ya missin
Ain’t no way you gettin
Past me
Half mast it can be
Blast that harassing
Rap massive ante
Black satin panties
Faggots can’t catch me
Me chillin in ya melon
I’m a villain here to pillage a village
Of illegitimates
Consider me a literary immigrant
In a minute get them in it
With a little bit of
Back up in this bitch
As a matter of fact I never left
It’s evident
Ya never sent message is quite irrelevant
And Evelyn
Why ya try to fight me
You will never win
Tell em what it is
Teenage mutant ninja turtle
We the dudes that hit a spliff and shitll leave ya chest hurtin
Better get ya best burnin
Bringing back the track at the end
To let ya bitch twerk
The sound of me rappin will make her wetter then where the Fish lurk
You shit stain
You can call me insane
In the membrane
Off a chem strain
Keep ya guessang
Already movin on
To the next thing
Everybody in the building
Get the fuckin party poppin
Nobody flow go so dope as
OxyContin
I get up in a mosh pit
And you be in the back watching
UPS the body bag
And send the body back to mommy
Ah
I’m on fire
I mean come and get a peak of this
Po light of mine
Gon’ let it shine
So outta my mind
Woah bitch it’s prime time
Little bit of feelin comin in I bet I won’t lie
Ever since a kiddie in the
TMNT footies
Now it’s all black hoodies
You ain’t lucky if you got mine
Have him posted on the corner
All reded like a stop sign
1
2
3 and to the 4
Poppin oxy at the party
You already fuckin know
So when I bust a fuckin flow
All the bitches on the floor
Start shakin that ass
Until ya break a fuckin bone
Put away ya flip phone
I don’t want it up on Instagram
Pulling out my flip phone
Speed dial
Insta gram
Anything ya really need in life
Well now ya got it fam
Just watch me jot lines
Like a mufuckin polygraph
Y’all really wanna see a Mufucka
Thizzed out
Face down bitch
Ass up with the kids out
Witchamacallit when I stick a flip
In ya gullet
Then pick ya pockets for wallet
I pick in a pad lock
So I can dip in the stash spot
Where the cash hot mad props
Abra cadabra
Back to the magic
Blacker than half
Of the averages rappin
Actually I’m in a
Real bad mood
And I’m mad and attacking
I peel that crew
I steel clap dudes
No matter where ya wanna run I
Will catch you
And meal crack new
New jack city
With the Mac too pretty
And I try to get the bobby
But the crack too Whitney
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