Lyrics:
Option the spring cleaner popular being seen
Talking candy I was thinking
Of aquamarine green serve by the empties
Throw it out tha window
I got work
at the cops cause I wanna catch a case
Tear it up the fear in your face
Choke a boy out just with a shoelace
Make a sound and I love that bass
Hide the body
the daytime with the light
You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night
You expect me to just let you hit it
But
the daytime with the light
You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night
You expect me to just let you hit it
But
a book out called The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The author's name is Jack Herer. It's published by Queen of Clubs, and I think there's ads for it in High
play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night
You expect me to just let you hit it
But will you still respect me if you get it?
All I
you some guidance
To choke from this noose as it tightens
Why? There ain't no killing what won't die
And I got this feeling you won't try
Make sure
circles
Constantly consuming
Conquer and devour
Cause it's time to bring the fire down
Bridle all this indiscretion
Long enough to edify
Rollie cost thirty
You could tell by the bezel
I just found some red and I
Bought it from The Devil
Lil' Draco, I'ma hold it like a cradle
Hit a nigga
just didn't want to have any more strain
It itches, I also don't want to be found that way, by anyone
The idea of an overdose is tempting
And I do
jam, only gonna choke slam
Go ham no plan programme so damn
Hot when I'm spitting it: peri-peri
Spicy rhymes giving you Delhi belly
All of my lyrics be
the daytime with the light?
You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night
You expect me to just let you hit it?
But will
how I planned it
Guaranteed to get a club hopping
Head nodding
Toes tapping
Fingers popping
Don’t want to kill for a meal
Rather get
dick in her make her choke though
See all the bullshit, I'm like fuck it where the blindfold
Off of these psychedelics tripping like where my mind go
Oh it's FLU
Should've been in a Benz 10 outta 10
Stack again and again, in for the win
Again and again again and again
Feels like by now should've
All in my zone now
All in my zone now
I'm in my zone now
I'm going off now
I'm going off now
I'm going off now
It's Mickey
Long time fore I die
need to fight
We smoking four or five by the night
Whole lotta smoke
Better not choke
On an artichoke
Cos I came up with the ice cold flow
McFlurry flow
one of this, spiritual bliss (?)
Bangin' with this, it's Jesus Christ till I R.I.P
It's only right, I gotta fight
You meet me by the seventh trench,
That shit be pussy, and you know it's M.O.E. that be the team
If you talkin', all this shit will punch a boy and make him lean
If you talkin' like you
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