Lyrics:
skinless
Misfits that just want somebody within inches to clench
It's the opposite of Scentless Apprentice
There is no savior that's fathering us
I Carrie /
found that the rope was short by two inches to make a knot.
When Krishna saw his mother perspiring and tired...
he allowed himself to be tied her out
Nigga I'm winnin', you stuck on them bitches
I'm forth, and I'm inches, I get to gold
Handle my business, I started, I finished
And pardon my language,
Framed in grout and concrete and
Gifted like a travel souvenir
So when I spin around
And look for validation
Remind me that the inches I'm losing
I thought I came but I peed on the dick
Pubic hair got inches, that's weave on the dick
Pussy like a tree, it got leaves on the shit
Bang bang
(bitch)
Where my weave glue? (Bitch)
Run me thirty inches (bitch)
If your weave new shake it for these thirsty bitches (bitch)
Girl your weave through
inches, take a poll
I'm uncut, out of control
Stroke of genius, 'bout to blow like you never seen before
Once a week, post on Instagram and they be
taxing for a feature
She be fucking for a feature, these niggas they real good leeches
Grab my hair it's thirty inches, skinny bitch that like it deeper
forced our way in that door when support was missing
'Cause of course we going for it like it's 4th and inches
Support it and stay aboard it, don't abort
Baby just walking out of that fashion show
You think you’re it, you’re it
You’re fifty inches heels
You can’t walk in, walk in, walk in
Think you
gag me?
Gag me
The doctor saved the day, said I was inches from the end
This morphine led the way so I could crawl out of my skin
I'm pulling
Man, it's a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun
Well, I hear you whisper
And the words melt eveone
But you stay so cool
My Munequita
My
We'll give it away
Yeah, give it away
If this is our fate
If this is our fate
Free yourself from the doubt on your route
You're inches away, away
They'll
Taken by a blood relation-take that, love that
Given inches, given fortitude-take that, love that
Crying eyes, a man of forty-take that, love that
I'm 18 in a S550 platinum on 22 inches
Dem haters say they gon' back me tell dem haters come get wit me
I'm finna run da game, these other rappers
about four inches between the back of my head
And the metal gurney bed
Slamming it, retractions
I feel the back of my skull is cracking
A broken
fills
Twenty inch, wide, twenty inches high
Hoe don't you like my twenty inch, ride
Twenty inch thighs make twenty inch, eyes
Hoping for American
heard, Milwaukee County 'till they down me
Do It 2 Death Midwest you know how my town be niggas
Big pimpin', ridin' 20 inches
Twerkin in Excursion,
Three inches above the floor
Man in a box wants to burn my soul
And I'm tired, and I'm tired.
Is that the truth he says
The pain is easy
Too
I'm so far
But it always touches me when I
Look around
At everything I'm missing
Run away
But it only seems like inches
From her sense
those that don't know about my flows
let me introduce
I'm ear tight plus pack a deuce deuce
I'm 5 feet 5 inches
I serve the best of the lyricsts
I come
to grind,
Want to grind, want to grind
And let her 'reck it for me
My dick is in eternal state
Six inches long I cannot with wait (???)
Gonna love my dick,
Rollins
Calling up to loveline "hello? Wel.."
I got a story to tell to do with they ky-gel
I speared Brittany in the back of a Caddy with 9 inches of meat
is constant and heavy
Centimeters, inches, feet - they just can't compete
With all the while and all the miles
Twenty three thirty two Fulton St.
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