Too Much Not Enough!? Here's Some More!!
Woke up in the morning
Man I'm so hard
Always play my part
I be slipping up off the sauce
Dick in her esophagus
Imma culminate many bands
Sticky orange hairs in my trees got me gone
Hot cross buns gimme top in the barn
Losses you on so I'm not with wit yo squad
Locked onto top with the keys to the cause
Shock collar keep a little bitch on the lawn
Muze Sikk
I'm so ludicrous
My whole crew is lucrative
We suit the biz
We often wonder why y'all sleep so hard
No worries
Imma play alarm and wake em up
Nature art
You at a glacier pace
That's too slaw
Bitch you ain't no cole
That's too raw
And the hot seat
Sticking to ya ass cheeks
Can I get cash
Please
You ain't gotta ask me
You ain't got a clue that's why you blue but I appreciate the way you making moves
Smoking six inch sticks getting spliffted
Slipped her on me and she fit like slippers
She don't need a napkin to eat that
Her man raps but he ain't like me little bitch
Bit my style and his teeth cracked
That's why I'm always on they head like a du rag
Bro you rap like you do fads
Hair same color as the the grimaces butt crack
Same color as a douchebag
You MF need some new swag
Grab a hand full of glue bags
Pussy sweet like a handful of fruit snacks
Pussy sweet as dream I might boo dat
Ey ey
I might boo dat
Ey ey
These MF's talking reckless in the building when I step up in it
I don't give a fuck about what you think I am not offended
Man I'm so hard
Always play my part
I be slipping up off the sauce
Dick in her esophagus
Imma culminate many bands
Sticky orange hairs in my trees got me gone
Hot cross buns gimme top in the barn
Losses you on so I'm not with wit yo squad
Locked onto top with the keys to the cause
Shock collar keep a little bitch on the lawn
Muze Sikk
I'm so ludicrous
My whole crew is lucrative
We suit the biz
We often wonder why y'all sleep so hard
No worries
Imma play alarm and wake em up
Nature art
You at a glacier pace
That's too slaw
Bitch you ain't no cole
That's too raw
And the hot seat
Sticking to ya ass cheeks
Can I get cash
Please
You ain't gotta ask me
You ain't got a clue that's why you blue but I appreciate the way you making moves
Smoking six inch sticks getting spliffted
Slipped her on me and she fit like slippers
She don't need a napkin to eat that
Her man raps but he ain't like me little bitch
Bit my style and his teeth cracked
That's why I'm always on they head like a du rag
Bro you rap like you do fads
Hair same color as the the grimaces butt crack
Same color as a douchebag
You MF need some new swag
Grab a hand full of glue bags
Pussy sweet like a handful of fruit snacks
Pussy sweet as dream I might boo dat
Ey ey
I might boo dat
Ey ey
These MF's talking reckless in the building when I step up in it
I don't give a fuck about what you think I am not offended
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Writer(s): Jonathan Paulson
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