Lyrics:
Like a great white bites though your raft
This ain't no cartoon, you're shark food
Hurry up, swim for the shore
Or wrestle with jaws if you think
the flavor of the other
Qwel, Qwazaar, Denizen Kane or is it like another
My blade cuts ya, ya face erupting before I touch ya
The Q-W-A-Z-double A-R
try me
Put the gun to ya lips
Then blaow
I'm on the next round
Bitches tryna get down
But i'm tryna go just go
And make this paper now
Only thing I care
Gucci and Versace and mix it with the vans
Numero uno like Cam
I laid her down in a Benz
She tried to put me on cam
Thinking of going vegan
But I wanna
Standin' on a corner,
Suitcase in my hand.
Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest,
Me, babe, I'm in a rock n' roll band.
Ridin' in
pretty kittens
Now I'm in it for the business who the fuck you shitting
They see my face and think he rock and roll
Lotta soul lotta goals say it every
favourite dairy, it's Cream by Wu-Tang
"Can you carry me in my dream?" damn
I know there a lot you might face in your life
Baby girl, let's rock it to my
found, need be lost else you'd know where it be
Looming monoliths of Easter Island nearly lost our lives
Attacked by savages with rocks thrown in
lap
I'm just a killa bitch, you don't wanna a nigga on the ground
Life is cold like a 4-0-Z
Only thugs and killas be the ones down to ride with me
And I come around she go drac
On ma penis like
Bop bop
Pretty bitches giving slop top
In the hot box
With mouth full of pop rocks
She love it in telly
And the one between the hungry poor & wealthy far
Motherf*ckers sleepin' in the rain on a concrete mat
I'm not a pimp, i'm just a carpenter by trade
But
of a snake
And the hair of a dead rabbit
And the muscles of a great ape
And one lung full of pool water
And the other with panging guilt
Her fingertips were
Standin' on a corner,
Suitcase in my hand.
Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest,
Me, babe, I'm in a rock n' roll band.
Ridin' in
their mark
And run around this world like it's Raceway Park
Crash and start, front, chased by NARC's
Five deep, smokin' four blunts, it ain't shit,
Standin' on a corner,
Suitcase in my hand.
Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest,
Me, babe, I'm in a rock n' roll band.
Ridin' in
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