Lyrics:
days, no fresh air, looking at them gates
It's crazy this chain of reaction, he cheats but you in this captive mansion
You eating sloppy jacket potato
is fine
Do the hokey pokey
As we drown them in brine
Chocolate button up your jacket potato young jostler
We have a long ride ahead of us
Steep
I'm feelin' tough, but I might delete later
I eat beats for lunch, then I excrete haters
See you later you egregious 'baters
You're a jacket potato, you
Yo, the name is Batty
The logic is erratic,
Potato in a jacket,
Toys in the attic,
I rock and I ramble,
My brain is scrambled,
Rap like an animal but
Yo, the name is Batty
The logic is erratic,
Potato in a jacket,
Toys in the attic,
I rock and I ramble,
My brain is scrambled,
Rap like an animal but
Yo, the name is Batty the logic is erratic
Potato in a jacket toys in the attic
I rock and I ramble my brain is scrambled
Rap like an animal but I'm
What kinda girl am I really am?
I love some turkey but I don't eat lamb
No sweet potato but I do like ham
What kinda girl am I really am?
What
shoes
And he wants a bit of Wembley up ‘you-know-where'
He's got his little jacket and he's got his little shirt
He's got his little notif on his tie
a bumpy ride, yeah, I let things slide
I should have reached in the jacket, take out pocket rockets (oh-oh)
It's like hot potato, and my brother, they
What kinda girl am I really am?
I love some turkey but I don't eat lamb
No sweet potato but I do like ham
What kinda girl am I really am?
What
potato skins
If I slay your girl, it's a must, I gotta slay her friend
Bitch, I be a player, then that means I gotta play her friend
Me and fucking
What kinda guy am I really am?
I love some turkey, but I don't eat lamb.
No sweet potato, but I do like ham.
What kinda guy am I really am?
What
potato mufflers
Certified as a childReal as
You oughta have it
No stealin my Starter Jacket or
Stealin my Starter Jacket
Women on my dick it's
Different I
Put down your remote control
Throw out your TV Guide
Put away your jacket
There's no need to go outside
Don't you know that we control
Put down your remote control
Throw out your TV Guide
Put away your jacket
There's no need to go outside
Don't you know that we control
What kinda guy am I really am?
I love some turkey, but I don't eat lamb
No sweet potato, but I do like ham
What kinda guy am I really am?
What
meets Khaled
Don P and eat salad
Walking around, my feet Bally
Sisquo and St. Ives
Six guns, eight knives
Potato on the barrel of it
Make you niggas
of the game face
Pluck signs on the jackets
Get props, yo, like a Prop Joe packet
It's illegal
How those kids can come from out of the slums to live so
their flesh lookin beat up,
and my tennis ball is stuffed with enough work to fill a tea cup,
he opened up his jacket, i opened up my packet,
he
their flesh lookin beat up,
and my tennis ball is stuffed with enough work to fill a tea cup,
he opened up his jacket, i opened up my packet,
he
up
And my tennis ball is stuffed with enough work to fill a tea cup
He opened up his jacket
I opened up my packet
He pulled out his money
I'm pullin'
nigga do
(what's up?)
New York City's pharaoh, potato on the barrel
Shell-case muffle, make me come touch you
I finger-fuck my firearm, we intimate
I'm
ever on the scene
Poppin pistols with potato's
So you will Not hear a thing
Local anesthesia for the the headshot
You wont feel a thing
Call me deelo
lyrically whipping the pot
That means that I'm crack, ya niggas is not, hold up
Looking so cold in my jacket
That bitch consoling my ratchet
I beat it up
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