Don't Copy
Copy don't copy
You're gonna wanna drop me
In your lap
Don't laugh
Cause I am hot coffee
Take a whack at the burning bush
Smack like i'm learning kush
Mack like I learn to push
Back and I wanna flush the toilet
Boil it down to an oil
Surround my crown with your royal
Your fucking white socks get soiled
A bunch of white cocks just coiled
A snake in the grass and the lake of fire
I come to fast I make my ass a liar
I come to quick come swiftly with the game
And I don't even mind cause it's all the same
Copy don't copy yo
I got my own brain
And you cannot stop me
When I let the chain hang
And you cannot stop me
When I let the chain hang
And you cannot stop me
When I let the chain hang
Mind over matter
What's it matter to mind
So what the fucks it matter
If a 6 was a 9
Be big bigger and badder
And in your batter combined
All of the ingredients is the flavor so fine
I minded the mind and I wasted the time
I talk a funky shit
Or a tasty ass rhyme
Funky breath
Stinky feet
I shit in my pants
You fucked up badly
Didn't do your dance
I roast this blunt as you sit in the hood
I take it in the pants when it gets misunderstood
I get it for the good
And I'm grabbing the garbage
I dumpster dive to arrive on the carpet
There is grass on the field don't fuck with the hard wood
Talking this shit like it's all good
And you cannot stop me
When I let the chain hang
And you cannot stop me
When I let the chain hang
You're gonna wanna drop me
In your lap
Don't laugh
Cause I am hot coffee
Take a whack at the burning bush
Smack like i'm learning kush
Mack like I learn to push
Back and I wanna flush the toilet
Boil it down to an oil
Surround my crown with your royal
Your fucking white socks get soiled
A bunch of white cocks just coiled
A snake in the grass and the lake of fire
I come to fast I make my ass a liar
I come to quick come swiftly with the game
And I don't even mind cause it's all the same
Copy don't copy yo
I got my own brain
And you cannot stop me
When I let the chain hang
And you cannot stop me
When I let the chain hang
And you cannot stop me
When I let the chain hang
Mind over matter
What's it matter to mind
So what the fucks it matter
If a 6 was a 9
Be big bigger and badder
And in your batter combined
All of the ingredients is the flavor so fine
I minded the mind and I wasted the time
I talk a funky shit
Or a tasty ass rhyme
Funky breath
Stinky feet
I shit in my pants
You fucked up badly
Didn't do your dance
I roast this blunt as you sit in the hood
I take it in the pants when it gets misunderstood
I get it for the good
And I'm grabbing the garbage
I dumpster dive to arrive on the carpet
There is grass on the field don't fuck with the hard wood
Talking this shit like it's all good
And you cannot stop me
When I let the chain hang
And you cannot stop me
When I let the chain hang
Credits
Writer(s): Brad From The Valley
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