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Presley (feat. Fat Daddy J)
by L1FEL1NE
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He fucking gave me epilepsy
They look at me weird, I just do this shit like Presley
Catch a snipe to the head quick like you Wesley
Hit my walk, that's how you know I'm smokin' heavy
From the Midwest where we active and blood shedding
Don't you step on these blue suede shoes
Gang is coming through
It's sayonara soon, manana boo
No comma dude, can't talk to you
It's comical, illogical
I was once the contender now kings wanna call me kin
Was afraid of ghosts, now demons say that I inspire them
Catch me holding my ceiling fan sitting in a pentagram
Boyfriend talking hard, I'll make a trip to fuckin' build-a-man
Slay it, I filet it, imma pick it up and shake it
Like a soda we exploding, act out and a bottle breakin'
To his face it is impaling, that's an entrance with a statement
Only way to find you is the spaces beneath my basement (breathe)
And in today's news
Private Presley departed Ft. Worth Texas
For Bremerhamin Germany for an eighteen month tour of duty
Thousands of American teenage girls are left heartbroken
But German fans are sure to embrace Presley
According to the star, should rock and roll music die out during his service
He would leave singing and focus on his acting career
Call me Presley, bitch you don't impress me
Bullet to the head just call me Wesley
Blood on my shoes catch me breathin' heavy
Lighting up your face, yeah I call that confetti
Scars got me breathin' heavy
Acid drippin' from my eyes
I won't scream, but it's getting heavy
Melting down my face, feelings made of wax
Feelings made of wax bitch
Yeah I told ya 10 for the pack bitch
Don't play me, I don't wanna play your game
Told you I was on and then I lost shit
You keep comin' at me like I'm a fuckin' dog bitch
Imma fuckin' dog bitch, you a fuckin' hoe bitch
Now suck on my dick, but I know that you won't bitch
All I fuckin' hear is, all I fuckin' hear is
Wha wha wha wha whaaaa
You a fuckin' maniac, still a fuckin' bitch
Presley, Presley
Presley, Presley
Presley, Presley
Presley, Presley
Presley, Presley
Presley, Presley
Presley, Presley
Presley, Presley
He fucking gave me epilepsy
They look at me weird, I just do this shit like Presley
Catch a snipe to the head quick like you Wesley
Hit my walk, that's how you know I'm smokin' heavy
From the Midwest where we active and blood shedding
Don't you step on these blue suede shoes
Gang is coming through
It's sayonara soon, manana boo
No comma dude, can't talk to you
It's comical, illogical
I was once the contender now kings wanna call me kin
Was afraid of ghosts, now demons say that I inspire them
Catch me holding my ceiling fan sitting in a pentagram
Boyfriend talking hard, I'll make a trip to fuckin' build-a-man
Slay it, I filet it, imma pick it up and shake it
Like a soda we exploding, act out and a bottle breakin'
To his face it is impaling, that's an entrance with a statement
Only way to find you is the spaces beneath my basement (breathe)
And in today's news
Private Presley departed Ft. Worth Texas
For Bremerhamin Germany for an eighteen month tour of duty
Thousands of American teenage girls are left heartbroken
But German fans are sure to embrace Presley
According to the star, should rock and roll music die out during his service
He would leave singing and focus on his acting career
Call me Presley, bitch you don't impress me
Bullet to the head just call me Wesley
Blood on my shoes catch me breathin' heavy
Lighting up your face, yeah I call that confetti
Scars got me breathin' heavy
Acid drippin' from my eyes
I won't scream, but it's getting heavy
Melting down my face, feelings made of wax
Feelings made of wax bitch
Yeah I told ya 10 for the pack bitch
Don't play me, I don't wanna play your game
Told you I was on and then I lost shit
You keep comin' at me like I'm a fuckin' dog bitch
Imma fuckin' dog bitch, you a fuckin' hoe bitch
Now suck on my dick, but I know that you won't bitch
All I fuckin' hear is, all I fuckin' hear is
Wha wha wha wha whaaaa
You a fuckin' maniac, still a fuckin' bitch
Presley, Presley
Presley, Presley
Presley, Presley
Presley, Presley
Presley, Presley
Presley, Presley
Presley, Presley
Presley, Presley