Lyrics:
a convertible flippin' vertical
Nose first with the top off landin' upside-down
You're tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape
I'd rather just hump a slut's leg
No, we didn't -- no.
WITCH: And this isn't my nose, it's a false one.
BEDEMIR: Well?
VILLAGER #1: Well, we did do the nose.
BEDEMIR: The nose?
getting started, y'all givin up
In this game mayne alotta dudes can't adjust
We don't blame ya, that make more room for us
Tryna live it up, can't get
I make a false step 'cause he yellin', "Help, help" (help)
Wet him up like Mike Phelps, dead in seatbelt (belt)
Gambling with the trap god, better
be shown the evidence
Hear leather tare flesh from the bone
Laughter fills the room
The mimic, is now, the god that stands
One false word and we'd
the groom
One of the groupies' part of the crew
Praying to Jesus the king of the Jews
Came to my hotel and asked for a room
But why did you go on the roof
Trojan, Holla at
NK3 He don't give a fuck
I can never be a false young nigga been a boss ever since
I ain't never begged a broad
Tell that bitch walk
that lesson, you'll be swashbuckling with the best of them
Wonder why you wept over spilled milk
And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand
Inspirational, motivational
Leo on the beat so sensational
I don't play at all
Look at my actions, look at my work
I don't have to say it all
Going up vertical
things forward but I feel like I could sit, in my room doing
nothing and it'll still all click but the truth is
Brother that that’s all bullshit. Yeah.
always false, never real
My conscience flutters above me
Is there a way to set me free
A million faces jitter at me
All the versions of me
I come to a dark
and room number to where we be tonight
Aim to please tonight, tryna freak tonight
Aww man I'm so thirsty could drink a pint
Man I'm so hungry could eat
false like the fake teachings of Elijah
I’m a pitbull, take the leach off my collar
Horizontal, or vertical, wherever I go you will follow
I’m the rhymin’
down
Cut off all the fun, on the grind I cannot slow down
I medicate my brain until I'm feeling like I'm zoned out
Pussy so wet when I'm in it I need
The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet
The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet
I think of her often and hope whoever she's met
Will be fully
a Grammy
But I understand, they'll never understand me
Lot of lives lost, but I never panicked
Lot of lines crossed, I never did a Xanny
A hundred room
+DreamWorks+
My weed is all lavender, my drink is blue
My gat'll, +Poke-a-Man+, it's the Pikachu
Luda give 'em new perm, now they hair is wet
And they
childish naive thought that today might be that I finally hear that special ringtone I set for him
Or get that are you in your room text that puts a smile
a Grammy
But I understand, they'll never understand me
Lot of lives lost, but I never panicked
Lot of lines crossed, I never did a Xanny
A hundred room
aha
You fake as the dik
I put in ya mommy mouth
Cum gummy lip I'm thinkin
That you gone drown
False it faurd it
Yea I call it iss meal taste this
Like
She a naughty jawn, okay, she put the sin in Cinderella
She a Barbie, homebody, hardly here like Helen Keller
No more party's huh gang, wet it up
Killer
And this is Tanya and if you inadequate
And caa get mi wet
Nuh bother make mi waste nuh sweat.
Gal a cry and a bawl fi mi service
Killer
And this is Tanya and if you inadequate
And caa get mi wet
Nuh bother make mi waste nuh sweat.
Gal a cry and a bawl fi mi service
like this while you ridin' it
I'm about to cum boo-boo, chill for a sec
I feel it at the tip, ma', ya pussy's too wet
One false move and I'mma blast
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