Lyrics:
women in the past, but you lips just taste better different
That's fact, damn right
Babe you know I don't lie
I can't wait to show you to my real guys
by at twelve
But I don't fuck with polices
You know that pussy got power just
Like the Pledge of Allegiance
You told me play with your flowers
I told
fight back, so you can get dropped
It`s time to see who`s nice and who can really rap
I smack the taste out your mouth, you want to be a mack
I`m not
Got a pineapple bomb, under the seat in the slab
I'll give you a skeet taste, but you'll die from a dab
When it's crunk on your hands, it's bad news you
and the only
Every time I pull up in the spot got my queen by my side
All the guys dem be jealousin'
Every time I pull up and I park bad ting by my side
Na
the room
Beginning with I and ending in U
Beginning in my eye and ending as an X
Leaves a bad taste in my mouth
To think of you again like the bad taste
The act of makin love...is...
[REFRAIN]
pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by
or fall I stand tall you're small in fact
Step aside, you might get fried
By the super technique that the rapper applied
As a matter of fact, the impact
time can I borrow
To stop you from packing your bags?
You only come once a season
Said I won't catch any feelings
But I got it bad
Thought I could
Poison falling from my lips
Kinda makes you sick
Consciousness slips
Begging for another hit
You never felt this way
Addicted to the taste...
Poison
with me
Judgement cloudy 'cause the booze been in me
Wake up and she's by my left
Please tell me that we ain't have sex
Her cigarette taste all on my
The shit they paying all the bills for
Man, I missed it, that cake taste delicious
They can't wait for vacations, paid for, by pictures
I'm feeling good,
they say my taste is extreme
Some get mad, because the Kitt gets the cream
I have had the eyes of all of the world
Not too bad for a material girl
I
Try to resist, all the bad things all around you
If you taste them, they will haunt you
So come, take me by the hand, we'll leave this troubled
Try to resist, all the bad things all around you
If you taste them, they will haunt you
So come, take me by the hand, we'll leave this troubled
at a million
But when it got bad, you said adios mi amigo
But now the diamonds dance, so stay over there no mi amigo
7.50 by the hour, and your still trynna copy
Bad dreams, untethered seams
Sometimes I'm at my wits end
And I could use a friend
To alleviate this load on my shoulders
Justify why this world is
me
In the end of the world
I don't believe you
What are you doing down here?
You need something in a shoe
Or are you just a Bad Indian?
Bad
Ting
You a Mod Ting
Rinse you off like a hand ya ya
They just mad you a bad ting
they just mad you a bad ting You a Mod Ting
Rinse you off like a hand ya
a kit kat
He wanna taste my kit kat
Getting bags by the bus lode
You trip
I'm taking
Tripsssss
We gon run it up hoe
Let me Show you how we live
How
Gotta move faster (Yea)
Gotta move quicker
I'm a disaster (Yo)
I put a bad bitch on my phone she calls but I don't answer (Yea)
I do rash shit
I'm
a nigga till a nigga disappear
Ooouuu You be looking too bad i gotta have it
Ooouuu dont you look at me bad cause ima savage
Wont you slide wit a nigga
your name, bad taste (Bad bad)
I said what we was, you was a dub
See you was never enough (Aahhh)
My dm's on flood, can't deal with a scrub
You don't
by a choir in your favorite song
are we just too bad inside to do the good things right
made of dust belonging to the ancient time
it's hot to be hot
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