Lyrics:
a toast DOOT DOOT
Put heat ona beat like some roast DOOT DOOT
The diamonds they Casper the ghost DOOT DOOT
One night stand in HighDef Mansion DOOT DOOT
as shit , burning me like the sun, aye lil mamí, you too solar,
Holster, coaster,
Popping her shit like gunpowder, lucky i ain’t roast her,
Toaster, hold
me downs
So I built my own line
Know it
Don't talk it
Show it
This noble
Thug poet
Trees that I roast
Indica lulled to sleep
Makin songs for
fucking flesh into curtains
And roast your ass
I have come to
Peel your flesh and
Eat the rest
the coast
she do the most
snapping her ghost
lost in the sauce
she's losing her post
subject of matter
at every roast
run through yours lines using only
to the coast off
Brazil
Silent mode
Roast cones
We dont do
Pills
You the
Dopest
That i seen a while baby
See the glow
From ya soul
In ya smile baby
Fly you
hocus pocus brewing up another cup reality’s your hostess cueing up the dosage fueling up the mostest instant grata post it feelings matter boast it roast
Tiny fish on a sharp stick the goat roasts
English school boys over a drill beat
William gold as ghosts
I kill me
Marmalade on toast
Cut away the fat,
allegiance,
There ain’t no other options or reasons, I could hold up a shotgun with credence,
Blow a hole through the top of your Prius,
Ima roast them like
meditating
Oceans of medication floating and levitating
A ghost woulda had a amen
Roast you for preparation
And then eat you alive your soul
End up dead in
Wake up stretch it out
Slides on stepping out
Premium roast all in my cup
Oat milk hit a little better now
Light start beaming through the window
regret it, he deserved it, he's a cad
Tell the harpies that land on your bed post
That at the count of five
You'll roast them alive
Tell the devil it's
And witness a witch's way to
Serve him his fate
I bet the ratings will be great
As he's burned at the stake
We got the flames to roast him
Hotter than
yahanpe aur londey saare fur (soon)
Uthe poore scene seen poor lage clean
Bean bag hai teen Bag hai pack
Roz karun roast khaun rapperon ka ghosht
Take off
lo firmo in batta
Fumavo la cunda dentro la mia tundra
Adesso siedo come al Congresso di Jalta
Mentre mangio rosly una pussy tanta
Del color del roast
this one here is better than a Sunday roast
Merry merry merry Christmas
Merry merry merry Christmas
Merry merry merry Christmas
Celebrate on Christmas
received?
Everybody I think that we need some help!
Roast a blunt if you got it
They need to legalize chronic
In every mini mart get plenty
Bud then meet me
than one way
To make a fucker choke
See the fire in my eyes
As you leave me provoked
And I don't need verbal abuse to roast
I'm scorching the earth
Seriously it's clear to see there ain't
No curing me with surgery
(Mr hyde) you're live at my BBQ
You weak ass faggots roast
My foes get smoked like a
Fire
it, he deserved it, he's a cad
Tell the harpies that land on your bed post
That at the count of five
You'll roast them alive
Tell the devil it's time
listen up
Roast that boy, yeah, like rotisserie
I think my life is a misery
Very distinct type of mystery
I'm in her mouth like some Listerine
Leave that
roast your ass like chestnuts
I got guts plus cuts from Pete Rock
And it don't stop
The ghetto math's in your grill
If you lack the will to step up
Then
out the door
I roast that bitch like I'm cooking smores
Bitch I'm cooking crack
I know she want some more
I know this mixtape is
What y'all waiting for
is love and braggadocio
That shit that you can't get over, I'll roast you over the toaster
I'll butter ya 'til I'm ready to eat ya, then I'll ghost ya
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