Lyrics:
killing dozens in his palm
Doing it strong and heeding it's prong and
Hailing in the dong, the victory is won
in the lung lung stupid dumb dumb
Fendi bag with the prong foreign bitch from Hong Kong
Plenty cash niggas bum bum get you some some
Shorty so savage
set in 4 prongs
God damn, this feels so good
But I'm know I'm doing wrong
In the club sipping on that poison
I'm here, but I feel so gone
Wrist cold,
taste of your royal prongs
To honor the flares I handed my spies to show you a way back home
To honor the healing glowing on the tip of each other's
You're gonna feel a prong but not all together appetising sensation
You should know the procedure by now hank
Ready?
Ready
Activate the procedure
house in the hills
Mr. Toaster's got stock options, croissants
Indentured servitude cheese graters and prongs
Whisk said guys we gotta stir things up
You know I can treat yeah
All this ice got me feeling like a deep freezer
That mean my ice long
You looking at my white prong
Shit is easy doing this
need a prong
I flow without a brain I don't need a dome
And I'm known to bully snare and bass, T.A. leave it alone
So if yo beat breathin' you should
When there's isolation there's always a prong
And as calamity strikes I refuse to be sold
I refuse to live as a page of this madness and ill fight
making deeper prong
I'll tell you something nice I loved you ones and twice
But here is one advice you need to keep move on
So baby carry on
a prong
(Think)
You're living here
We're living here
(Think)
And our offspring with be the generation of Hooooooooov.
Hooooooooov
Hooooooooov
of the crop
And king of the kong
I pick my boys up like a prong
You know I spend every night like it's prom
Laxed in the basement I cannot deny
The three
got a lot of life left to right these wrongs
Can you hear me? I plug in three prongs
And tap the mic once I turn it on
Now I'm flying on homegrown
overdrawn, sought out some answers
But now I'm over wrong, doing just to prolong another psalm
We long for linear, but I see a brother's prong
A covert song,
gong
Hold me down like prongs
Loving till dawn
Sense of all time gone
Visions drawn
Mowing the lawn
Three Different spawn
Dance of a swan
Just
a reason to stare
Not an eye unaware
Now the boy is so damn callous
Sitting writing his songs
Putting paper to prong
Till the sun joins him in his ballads
in the gun
This weight on my chest
Three prong approach and you know the rest
I love you to death, I want you to know
Got nothing to do
Just singing
I ain’t write a rhyme yet
I ain’t reach my prime yet
Suited like a prom set
VS1, prong set
Last tape a bomb threat
Should’ve made Complex
Wristwatch
ones?
Now you can see the savage beast that pierces the walls
The Evil Claws
Black demon arrives
Outspread the wings
A hundred of prongs
Tear them
of fishermen, binds.
Spellbound to lust
And carnal pulse.
Sanity to rust
Where flesh is enthroned
Dire finale, as the curved prong pierces scale.
Dragged from
a school full of bitches tryna get involved, I got the finest damn packs from the 203, so I'll wait and see what happens to me
I see the three prongs rise
tenderized meat
Is feasted coarsely on white prongs
The open sea is no place to be
The wind plays its song and sets them waves down on me
His body is broken,
What's going on?
Here come the tongs
Slingin' a remix
Caught in the prongs
Life is just a salad as I sing into a bottle of ranch
Gotta add some dressing
caro, torro na farfetch
lidado com ice, ride em nova jersey
mira na minha prong, é só flete reflete
manchei a peita, só uso vlone
pra essa bitch dei
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