Lyrics:
And y'all can't come
(Close to this)
Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks
And y'all can't come
(Close to this)
Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks
Well I don't care how many girls you've dated, man
But you ain't lived 'til you've had your tires rotated
Well I don't care how many girls you've dated, man
But you ain't lived 'til you've had your tires rotated
I'm from the state that is Ill, the rap son of man
Rotated down to Phil, to say what I feel
Get it off my bird chest, my word becomes flesh
This ride is in motion and I can't get let off
Get my penis stuck __(? in crack?)__ and my balls rotated
Realized I was trying to get my brain notated
This ride is in motion and I can't get let off
Get my penis stuck __(? in crack?)__ and my balls rotated
Realized I was trying to get my brain notated
This ride is in motion and I can't get let off
Get my penis stuck __(? in crack?)__ and my balls rotated
Realized I was trying to get my brain notated
[Zaakir]
Yeah, check the shelling, rock niggas redder than watermelon
The grief-stricken, rotated 20/20 vision
Rap felon, hottest rebel with bad spelling
Yeah, check the shelling, rock n****s redder than watermelon
The grief-stricken, rotated twenty twenty vision
Rap felon, hottest rebel with bad spelling
He gave birth to all planets, inorganic, and organic
So you wouldn't take it for granted
They rotated they own distance around the sun
And fully submit to the existence of one
Rotated tires, balanced, aligned
Highest octane money can buy
She looks like she's flyin'
[ Fruitkwan ]
Going for swim when the ocean is rugged
A six plus on my kick is how I love it
Heavy rotated, bass is waded
Radio jocks don't understand how it's rated
Want my opinion? It's all about winning
Bitch, you get rotated through every crew like a tire from BF Goodridge
Bitch, you get rotated through every crew like a tire from BF Goodridge
[Zaakir]
Yeah, check the shelling, rock niggas redder than watermelon
The grief-stricken, rotated 20/20 vision
Rap felon, hottest rebel with bad spelling
Ain't been exposed to the foes of most disciples
I'm from the state that is Ill, the rap son of man rotated down to Phil
To say what I feel, get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes flesh
