Lambo Lifespan
Life come at you fast
Liable to hit you any second
Smith and Wesson's get to spinnin
If your ass isnt undressing
Better give em what you got
If you got dreams in this reality
The balcony we on always crumbling, it has to be
Just like the breeze, and sun and stars
Your bullies by the monkey bars
Shit aint sweet you thought this mars?
Story repeats, GO ask Babar
And bambi too
This shit the zoo
Ain't no truth
No timbuktu
No wild shit
Cept viruses
And Guiled quips
From dirty lips
Then scales get tipped
And heat go bang
Painting vans
Like kurt cobain
Fictitious aim
At these lames
It's out this world
Like Elon Planes
We must stank
If you smell me bro
Yo check the tank
It's gettin low
Unmixable
With Flame and sparks
How else I'm spose to lit this dro
Explosions bustin
Like this onion
Or my cock
In bitches plumbing
The sorest jock
Since chamberlain
Importin stock from
Kuwait and London
Jamaican something
Build my buzzes
If this too rough
Just hit the buzzer
Don't need two putts
That type of clubber
Gettin dubbers
On you Suckers
Bitch I'm a fighter and lover
A writer that likes to utter
And sputter on mother udders too
The same type as you?
Never be me
Come fight me groot
You like scenery here pussy
You bound to never move
You got the Steez of a rookie
I got the steez of the dude
I got the keys to the groove
I got the Cream for the soup
If it ring it go boom
Don't try and play me
Try and play me
Go head do it
It's my fault if i'm that stupid
My dewalt it might go dummy
They still waitin for me prove it
How they know I ain't yet honey?
Where you think i find this money?
All this shit comes from graves
This shit talent it ain't lucky
I spit balance at raves
The crowd seem to love me
Yall be poutin for days
I throw out sound for some grubby
Even my moms don't love me
Probably cause I'm so ugly
Verbal Vomit for the profit
Earn a Mazda wait where them keys
I ain't keepin track of shit
Not even tracks or whips
Don't know when I wrote this song
But I guess I spazzed on it
Don't know when I bought this bong
Guess I bought it for the lyric
Sippin patron spirits
Til I'm felin legit
Always fearin
When you facin that shit
Bettin that it be never
So gimme my payment bitch
This that
Rollin on daytons riff
That sippin evadin pigs
That quip that be slaying them
Swear they sweeter than figs
Bitch I'm a fighter and lover
A writer that likes to utter
And sputter on mother udders too
The same type as you?
Never be me
Come fight me groot
You like scenery here pussy
You bound to never move
You got the Steez of a rookie
I got the steez of the dude
I got the keys to the groove
I got the Cream for the soup
If it ring it go boom
Don't try and play me
I go homer
I go Forrest
I be Majiin Buu
After the chorus
Rock with you
I'm more norris
Here's the truth
My lady gorgeous
Yet in my face I look
Like my bitches name delores
Yall a tourist to this winnin shit
I be floyd may-jordan
Own a lake, that shit foreign
I fluent in the accordion
That type of baller
I poo and get my sword cleansed
I own bidet's pussy
Excuse my french
When I take a shit
I get my asshole drenched
It's what you do when you rich
My food come with a rent
Why you think i eat it so quick
I be down to my cents
And if we talking bout mental
It ain't nothing left
Like my mercy in chess games
When I know I'm the best
Homie wait here and rest
You probably can't do this
Place a pack in his vest
This'll get you a buck or two
Just make sure you watching the sets
If you peepin the red or blue
Just find someplace else
Bitch I'm a fighter and lover
A writer that likes to utter
And sputter on mother udders too
The same type as you?
Never be me
Come fight me groot
You like scenery here pussy
You bound to never move
You got the Steez of a rookie
I got the steez of the dude
I got the keys to the groove
I got the Cream for the soup
If it ring it go boom
Don't try and play me
Liable to hit you any second
Smith and Wesson's get to spinnin
If your ass isnt undressing
Better give em what you got
If you got dreams in this reality
The balcony we on always crumbling, it has to be
Just like the breeze, and sun and stars
Your bullies by the monkey bars
Shit aint sweet you thought this mars?
Story repeats, GO ask Babar
And bambi too
This shit the zoo
Ain't no truth
No timbuktu
No wild shit
Cept viruses
And Guiled quips
From dirty lips
Then scales get tipped
And heat go bang
Painting vans
Like kurt cobain
Fictitious aim
At these lames
It's out this world
Like Elon Planes
We must stank
If you smell me bro
Yo check the tank
It's gettin low
Unmixable
With Flame and sparks
How else I'm spose to lit this dro
Explosions bustin
Like this onion
Or my cock
In bitches plumbing
The sorest jock
Since chamberlain
Importin stock from
Kuwait and London
Jamaican something
Build my buzzes
If this too rough
Just hit the buzzer
Don't need two putts
That type of clubber
Gettin dubbers
On you Suckers
Bitch I'm a fighter and lover
A writer that likes to utter
And sputter on mother udders too
The same type as you?
Never be me
Come fight me groot
You like scenery here pussy
You bound to never move
You got the Steez of a rookie
I got the steez of the dude
I got the keys to the groove
I got the Cream for the soup
If it ring it go boom
Don't try and play me
Try and play me
Go head do it
It's my fault if i'm that stupid
My dewalt it might go dummy
They still waitin for me prove it
How they know I ain't yet honey?
Where you think i find this money?
All this shit comes from graves
This shit talent it ain't lucky
I spit balance at raves
The crowd seem to love me
Yall be poutin for days
I throw out sound for some grubby
Even my moms don't love me
Probably cause I'm so ugly
Verbal Vomit for the profit
Earn a Mazda wait where them keys
I ain't keepin track of shit
Not even tracks or whips
Don't know when I wrote this song
But I guess I spazzed on it
Don't know when I bought this bong
Guess I bought it for the lyric
Sippin patron spirits
Til I'm felin legit
Always fearin
When you facin that shit
Bettin that it be never
So gimme my payment bitch
This that
Rollin on daytons riff
That sippin evadin pigs
That quip that be slaying them
Swear they sweeter than figs
Bitch I'm a fighter and lover
A writer that likes to utter
And sputter on mother udders too
The same type as you?
Never be me
Come fight me groot
You like scenery here pussy
You bound to never move
You got the Steez of a rookie
I got the steez of the dude
I got the keys to the groove
I got the Cream for the soup
If it ring it go boom
Don't try and play me
I go homer
I go Forrest
I be Majiin Buu
After the chorus
Rock with you
I'm more norris
Here's the truth
My lady gorgeous
Yet in my face I look
Like my bitches name delores
Yall a tourist to this winnin shit
I be floyd may-jordan
Own a lake, that shit foreign
I fluent in the accordion
That type of baller
I poo and get my sword cleansed
I own bidet's pussy
Excuse my french
When I take a shit
I get my asshole drenched
It's what you do when you rich
My food come with a rent
Why you think i eat it so quick
I be down to my cents
And if we talking bout mental
It ain't nothing left
Like my mercy in chess games
When I know I'm the best
Homie wait here and rest
You probably can't do this
Place a pack in his vest
This'll get you a buck or two
Just make sure you watching the sets
If you peepin the red or blue
Just find someplace else
Bitch I'm a fighter and lover
A writer that likes to utter
And sputter on mother udders too
The same type as you?
Never be me
Come fight me groot
You like scenery here pussy
You bound to never move
You got the Steez of a rookie
I got the steez of the dude
I got the keys to the groove
I got the Cream for the soup
If it ring it go boom
Don't try and play me
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Martin Pruyn
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