Gospers
Cold Pilla
Cold wet got that skills
Mopping
Laidback
Lackadaisacal like yeah
Killing spree get too lethal
Ten bands, fitty bands wrapped in the plastic
Give it to people
Strech your tongue into more words (I got Versace on my list)
No waiting on this powerless comp low on their face
And they won't even see it coming
I was acting shunned as demons
I was bout to leave yah
I was bout to clean up my heart
It's gon sleep yah
Knowing I'm geeked
Knowing I ain't shleep
Sometimes I ain't sleep
My mind gonna fines me
I got one proposition for you
You can't digest
You can drink all this milk
Lactose intolerence a lie
Lie to me hoe
You try to sieze strobe you fail all these times
You are doing it all wrong
You are going all times
Burst open doors and I'm used as a some force
Eighty nine bodies like singing in course
Dropping these bodies and they on the floor
Fuck all the blood but I'm loving this gore
Topple her ass with a Duracell score
Stuff in her mouth and she still in me more
Still in me more and I need to steal
Me and my baby, yeah for us I kill
For me I do the place
That I wanna see all my ego go
Ain't no doubt in my ways
I know this shit finna blow (What the fuck)
What the fuck is you talking about?
Fuck you talking about?
Fucking tomboy
You get racked to this road
I'm on high ways
Of heaven
I globe Jordan baguette
Louis' lenses on my eyes
I study science every night
Gucci Mane in December (I'm on ice on ice)
Oh she can bend it over for me
And just bounce on my cock
And I bounce all these dads
Call me juggler of the socks
And I got the cold feet
Heater boyz, repeat
Every boyz got that swag
Your kiss can't keep it
I don't want your clout
I don't want your songs to bomb
I got my shit to tell to everybody
You can hear some if you want to
Listen Listen
You don't wanna waste no time
Cuz my time is already wasted
Sike Sike
You got clowned
You a clown in real life
You got job or a life
I got job and a life
Sike I ain't got none
Sike I ain't got me
Sike I ain't got no money
Sike I got it
With the Blue's Clues
Get the get the Xclus(ive)
Infinite money on the train
Who's gonna catch it
You ain't wash your face
Why you looking so ratchet
This house I gots to burn it down
With my matchsticks
I'm getting money everyday
Damn this shit looking like a wrist
I try to sit my ape down
But it's cunning as shit
Fucking tempting me
Fucking tempting me
Fucking tempting me
Tempting me
Tempting me
Tempting me
Tempting me
Cold wet got that skills
Mopping
Laidback
Lackadaisacal like yeah
Killing spree get too lethal
Ten bands, fitty bands wrapped in the plastic
Give it to people
Strech your tongue into more words (I got Versace on my list)
No waiting on this powerless comp low on their face
And they won't even see it coming
I was acting shunned as demons
I was bout to leave yah
I was bout to clean up my heart
It's gon sleep yah
Knowing I'm geeked
Knowing I ain't shleep
Sometimes I ain't sleep
My mind gonna fines me
I got one proposition for you
You can't digest
You can drink all this milk
Lactose intolerence a lie
Lie to me hoe
You try to sieze strobe you fail all these times
You are doing it all wrong
You are going all times
Burst open doors and I'm used as a some force
Eighty nine bodies like singing in course
Dropping these bodies and they on the floor
Fuck all the blood but I'm loving this gore
Topple her ass with a Duracell score
Stuff in her mouth and she still in me more
Still in me more and I need to steal
Me and my baby, yeah for us I kill
For me I do the place
That I wanna see all my ego go
Ain't no doubt in my ways
I know this shit finna blow (What the fuck)
What the fuck is you talking about?
Fuck you talking about?
Fucking tomboy
You get racked to this road
I'm on high ways
Of heaven
I globe Jordan baguette
Louis' lenses on my eyes
I study science every night
Gucci Mane in December (I'm on ice on ice)
Oh she can bend it over for me
And just bounce on my cock
And I bounce all these dads
Call me juggler of the socks
And I got the cold feet
Heater boyz, repeat
Every boyz got that swag
Your kiss can't keep it
I don't want your clout
I don't want your songs to bomb
I got my shit to tell to everybody
You can hear some if you want to
Listen Listen
You don't wanna waste no time
Cuz my time is already wasted
Sike Sike
You got clowned
You a clown in real life
You got job or a life
I got job and a life
Sike I ain't got none
Sike I ain't got me
Sike I ain't got no money
Sike I got it
With the Blue's Clues
Get the get the Xclus(ive)
Infinite money on the train
Who's gonna catch it
You ain't wash your face
Why you looking so ratchet
This house I gots to burn it down
With my matchsticks
I'm getting money everyday
Damn this shit looking like a wrist
I try to sit my ape down
But it's cunning as shit
Fucking tempting me
Fucking tempting me
Fucking tempting me
Tempting me
Tempting me
Tempting me
Tempting me
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Writer(s): D0per Saama
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