Lyrics:
Check my levels
Levels is good? Uh
Uh-huh, Pump with the rubber hand grip, uh, what?
You don't know who you playin' with
Yeah, Pimpstead, nigga
on this thing)
Why
(Cause I know for doing my damn thing)
No gas liquid in this young fly Mr.
I could turn a Honda to 7-45 whippa
Shorty if I ride wit
of matter just add some heat
I'll vacation as a liquid see ya in about a week
Acid or base chemical reaction when I see your face
More than feeling physics,
why y'all acting so deprived?
Get my money, mind my business, I'm just tryna catch a vibe
Ninth inning, bases loaded, y'all gon' make a nigga slide
the liquid
Corruption and the human fungus lies the
Reeking sewer that is a mind.
Where the lesion hides a lesson, where
Stigmata turns to stigma cries
body running
So the reaper cannot
pull the pluuuuug
The green tint liquid
Has its grip on me
And only with it I feel free
Resulting in
A body crippling
know for doin' my damn thing
No gas liquid in this young fly mr
I could turn a honda to 7-45 whippa
Shorty if I ride wit ya dat what be a nice picture
finger tips
So when I squeeze the rubber grip
Release the clip, then leave the clip
see-Cypher Pigs can't identify it
The true and living God, son,
ill never change thats all i know
I don't trust a soul
To used to being betrayed ?
It's survival of the game
Slurred words
Mental purge with liquid
into Nicki, I'm smashing that
What you know about the ratchet in your mother mouth
Killah banging the neck, with two rubbers out
Sheek and Ghost
More haters, more clips, more jewels, more Chris
Half a hundred grand and some rubber bands
? off fast in my other hand
On the other hand, I'm still
worth!
Verse 2 Materials can change when warmed
Or cooled, and some do twice,
Like water, which is liquid,
Quickly turns to steam or ice!
It also
(When I’m drunk)
Hotel to the lobby,
Girl you acting real naughty.
You the star, to this party.
Cause you know.
(When I’m drunk)
Liquid got you
of society
The Knicker Elastic King
Ooh, la la
His rubber business kept expanding
But then disaster
Ee bah gum
The price of raw materials coupled
After all...
No one has to hatch these days....
since eating ones own shell is so depressing
Scowering your liquid rhine for those first few
Brought a bitch up out the club I had to sub her
She think I'm her lover, so I hit her with no rubber
Red liquid in my cup only that's period
Laughin
Boom, streets hot, rubber burn infernal
No brakes, rocket ride eternal journal
Liquor speed, cheetah prints on asphalt
Swift moves, ain't nobody
Hand grenade Almanac Butcher block Finger cymbals Liquid soap Money for dope
Opera glasses Letter of introduction Rubber gloves Chewing gum Antenna
Thirty in the clip that's on every stick
We the ones that trip when they run they lip
Them my fingerprints on that rubber grip
Them my fingerprints
Movin' down the back streets
Pass the speed of light
Sparks burn inside me
Gas and air adjusted right
Layin' down some rubber
Needle's in the red
What did the first week leave you with
A rubber soul, a base addict
When will this truth be delivered
I think the truth makes me shiver
And hesitate
Near a hunnid on my neck and my wrist, yeah, I'm a shiner
Wildin', gotta problem fuckin' hoes without a condom (fuckin' hoes without no rubber
It's dark liquor in my cup
I ain't really give no fucks
It's gold rubber in my jeans
Bad bitch but i don't need her
cnd it's cold outside i know it
mountains of Nippon
All that is missing is a red torii at the base of the stairs to symbolize entrance to a holy place
The heavens and the earth,
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