Planet Drool

Ski, Ski
Bitch!

If I go broke then I'ma bool with my tool (With my tool)
You pull your shit, I pull my shit and let them duel (We let them duel)
This ain't no dream, bitch, this ain't no planet drool (Ski, Ski)
Don't be a fool, (Okay, okay) ju' let me bool (Ju' let me bool)
If I go broke, then I'ma bool with my tool (With my tool)
This ain't no Bleyblade, but bitch, we gonna let them duel (Pow, pow)
This ain't no dream, bitch, this ain't no planet drool (This ain't a floor)
Don't be a fool, (Don't be a fool) ju' let me bool (What?)

Bitch!
Five hour, bitch, I need energy
To beat the pussy make melodies
I am the shit, know you smelling me (Hee)
Don't fuck with John, fuck with Kennedy's (Okay)
I want a Sub-Zero wrist (Uh!)
Put some ice up on that bitch (Hee)
Chef Boyardee in the kitchen (What?), beat the pot up with my fist
You, you can't test us
High as giraffe nuts
Slow, like molasses
I reside in the body of a bastard
Niggas try me, then I Megaman blast them (Hee)
Make or break that bitch
I look upon my wrist, and like a disc
That bitch is dancing, shine
Lizard lick a bitch, that mean I rob her, whip her
Like the movie Taken, this bitch mine

Roll away, the summer time
Don't await for me (Yeah)
If I ever break, then fuck them
Bitch, fuck the state
Then baby sit down, sit down



Credits
Writer(s): Willie Gardner, Stokeley Goulbourne
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