Lyrics:
the fuckin' taste out of your mouth
Yeah
Listen, Hell is hot and Satan there
Motherfuckers looking for your body like Malaysia Air
Allah vicious ain't no
I saw you,
At the produce stand
By the tangerines,
Bananas in your hand
We talk for five,
Yeah maybe more
You don't got a girlfriend,
Anymore
(the devil) and she must die..
Die.. (he is the son of man, he is the son of God)
{*beat drowns out whispered vocals*}
[king tee]
Three strike you're
want, you ain't gotta lift a finger
If ya wanna a glass of water, hit the maid on the ringer
Got a job for you under this hot ass sun
Tellin' me to hurry
double dutch
Ow, the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by
drinking licorice tea
And stare up at the golden moon
Just picturing the way things used to be
Hot sun in the middle of June
You were there in your peach
twice,
I'm not gonna stand here and be targeted by you.
See
Captain my captain is it still happening?
Is it poetic that my life's in traction?
Hey come on man,
They're draggin' down on mainstreet...
I got a date with my baby about a half past eight
I don't have to worry, she won't be
blinded by a sign,
The thunder's coming stronger and you're about to die,
Hell is dropping faster, rain is burning hot,
And the only thing that you can
4:03 in a world asleep except for me
Alone in the Laundromat, the air too hot to breathe
The Tide was getting low, my pockets were drained
My socks
In the long hot summer nights and the cold dark winter days
In the clear hours of the early morning and in the late night drunken
haze
Keep on seeing
gettin' burnt by the sun
When you come like an orgasm makin' mad noise
Talk a whole lotta shit, like I'm supposed to lose my poise
Man, I'm way past
our people
Hey, why else would college graduates parade around as dope boys?
Dumb their whole life down, Oh boy
He got a bad dime piece tho
While she
wrist all glitted
You would think I'm hot in how low I wear my fitted
Dutch already twisted, 'gnac all poured
'Bout to hit the hood and find me a nasty
The one mistake
That locks me in my place
The judgement call
That justifies the smirk stuck on my face
My crooked life scared straight and stiff
By
upstairs, downstairs, backyard, lawn chairs
Living room, bathroom, bedroom, furnace room
Hot tub, cedar deck, build a fire, washer/dryer
Pantry, patio,
a reason
It's ironic, haven't heard from the Spoon man
Alison's Chained, she was squashed by a Pumpkin
Making room for the next faux mohican
The Topic's
the morning light
We down here smoking with this Tremé shit
You can tell by the tuba that we got a new hit
Now it's Mardi Gras morning and we down in Tremé
for seizures
And now they're everywhere to protect millennials' feelings
He, she, his, him, hers, them, they
Screw a pronoun, 'cause everyone's
The FN shells crackin' ribs like coro (yo)
Ayo, it's the A-R-M-A-N-I Caesar, Leo (woo)
The flow is frío, so dope, could sell it by the kilo (yeah)
When I was young my mama told me I was going places
And then she said along the way you might run to some haters
But keep it moving I cause they hating
IT’S A PLACE FOR TALK WITH NO CONSEQUENCE
WITH THE FACTS OVER WRITTEN BY “COMMON SENSE”
GOSSIPS READILY ACCEPTED
THE RUMOR MILLS BURNING HOT OFF
hear them engines down the street, bitch you can tell we comin'
When I'm in that pussy, say she feel it in her bellybutton
By the way that we approach
It Out
Get It Out
Get It Out
Jumping up and down to keep from breaking up – feet dancing on the floor because it's so hot.
From the belly
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