PeterParker
Woke up on the ceiling, how I feel nigga
Paint peelin, overcoat'll spill
Locomotive, chill
Reasoning is quite sane
Overthrow or kill, watch the time change
Step in this motherfucking field, thats a mine thing
Cough, til my sides ache, aww
Masked face, see my eyes, recognize me
Og Dough, no menages
Screen gon blink, what the thot say
Memba when the bitches love Beyonce
I just want the head as an entree
Ask me did I cum, I'ma nod yea
Roll up off a bih, get a nuh one
Drinkin nottyhead, with another one
Girl was 19, mother had her young
So I doubleback, give the mother some
96 Pac, yea, I'm troublesome
Dough bandana, chewing bubblegum
Bitch, I am the ticket, I could won ya somethin
Damn, it's hard to find a ho as dumb as her
Frank Castle, go and punish her
She gon wear a scarf til her bundles come
Talking about the bag, that aint money hon
Done with you niggas, I'm Republican
Fingers tap my palm and the web'll shoot
Gotta keep a mask and an extra suit
Venom on my mind and my schedule
Shorty tongue long, really pleasurable
Nigga this ain't smoke, this is fire
Razor blade, skinnin shit alive
Saying it aight, nigga lied
We aint cool til 5 niggas die
Woke up on the ceiling, Peter Parker
Need a quarter, gotta feed the meter often, said I'm
Coughin, said I'm shooting shots, my freak a leek is
Snortin, she escorting, when she see me I'm
Important, countin up, 2 3 4 5, Michael Jordan
Gotta buncha money, said I can't afford it
Pretty bitch, rather be a punching dummy for her boyfriend
Gimme it, I believe it's several choices, in the end
She was worshiping the devil, here he is
I'm the Lord too, work mysterious
I don't call you, hurt ya feelings, yea
What a broad do? lurk to steal it yea
Pussy dogfood, dog'll kill it yea
Speaking Spanish with my bros, on the low
We like Charlie and Emilio, yea
Oh yea, Macho, oh yea, off the top rope
Talk about my deeds, need a shot poured
You not in the league that you shot for
Niggas play with me, thats a box score
Let me cool it, I'm consumed with
Am I heartless? Am I ruthless
Smile broadly, at shorty
Tryna use me? bitches lost me
Alley oopin, no solutions
Stack a bag up, no dont choose me
Feeling rosey, in these glasses
Now I'm waving, it's a pageant
Bad behavior, I'm attractive
Quite delicious, but I'm nasty
Woke up on the ceiling in a mask now
Peter Parker go to class now
Paint peelin, overcoat'll spill
Locomotive, chill
Reasoning is quite sane
Overthrow or kill, watch the time change
Step in this motherfucking field, thats a mine thing
Cough, til my sides ache, aww
Masked face, see my eyes, recognize me
Og Dough, no menages
Screen gon blink, what the thot say
Memba when the bitches love Beyonce
I just want the head as an entree
Ask me did I cum, I'ma nod yea
Roll up off a bih, get a nuh one
Drinkin nottyhead, with another one
Girl was 19, mother had her young
So I doubleback, give the mother some
96 Pac, yea, I'm troublesome
Dough bandana, chewing bubblegum
Bitch, I am the ticket, I could won ya somethin
Damn, it's hard to find a ho as dumb as her
Frank Castle, go and punish her
She gon wear a scarf til her bundles come
Talking about the bag, that aint money hon
Done with you niggas, I'm Republican
Fingers tap my palm and the web'll shoot
Gotta keep a mask and an extra suit
Venom on my mind and my schedule
Shorty tongue long, really pleasurable
Nigga this ain't smoke, this is fire
Razor blade, skinnin shit alive
Saying it aight, nigga lied
We aint cool til 5 niggas die
Woke up on the ceiling, Peter Parker
Need a quarter, gotta feed the meter often, said I'm
Coughin, said I'm shooting shots, my freak a leek is
Snortin, she escorting, when she see me I'm
Important, countin up, 2 3 4 5, Michael Jordan
Gotta buncha money, said I can't afford it
Pretty bitch, rather be a punching dummy for her boyfriend
Gimme it, I believe it's several choices, in the end
She was worshiping the devil, here he is
I'm the Lord too, work mysterious
I don't call you, hurt ya feelings, yea
What a broad do? lurk to steal it yea
Pussy dogfood, dog'll kill it yea
Speaking Spanish with my bros, on the low
We like Charlie and Emilio, yea
Oh yea, Macho, oh yea, off the top rope
Talk about my deeds, need a shot poured
You not in the league that you shot for
Niggas play with me, thats a box score
Let me cool it, I'm consumed with
Am I heartless? Am I ruthless
Smile broadly, at shorty
Tryna use me? bitches lost me
Alley oopin, no solutions
Stack a bag up, no dont choose me
Feeling rosey, in these glasses
Now I'm waving, it's a pageant
Bad behavior, I'm attractive
Quite delicious, but I'm nasty
Woke up on the ceiling in a mask now
Peter Parker go to class now
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