1. |
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Where it does it go?
Hazy and shit and it flop on the low
Is this the high or I’m losing control
She throw it back and I’m making it ——
Wait
Hold
Shawty get down on the floor
Throat like a ace in the hole
Corner the pocket is on
Melanin pop like it’s gold
Eyes shiny diamonds they bright and they glow
Hips flex on the roll
Make a stallion
Jealous
Whoa
Go
Laser disk trip And I’m zoned
Wavy the skully just lock it load
She called me Tyrone
And I split like a clone
Reality’s bending she throw on the bone
Pussy de Leche
We gretttingg it on
Grattatatatatta we go
Fafafafafa
The roll
Sprinkle the cinnamon
Sugar you know
Tongue in the bun
And I’m eating
It slow
Sugar dependent
Im prediabetic
This insulin stretching
No life alert
Spider girl independent
Webbing me up like
I’m into netting
Sending me pics
Like I’m into sexting
Crossing the lane
Like wow intersection
Swallowed me whole
Like down to depression
Pull up on church like "I learned my lesson"
Sinner bun shawty here offering collecting
Put up on tithes I got money to flex in
Wait
Round and around and I go
Shawty jih suck on the Pole
Eating the sinner bun whole
Wait
Hollup
Round and around and I go
Shawty jih stuck on the pole
Eating the cinnabon whole
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2. |
LOOSE SCREWS
01:08
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Who’s
Which
Where
I
Go
Mind
Heart
Sky
Low
Die
I
Find
Hope
Drive
By
Slide
Slow
You
Ain’t
My
Oh
Said
Bye
So
Go
Move
Like
Used
Right
Clueless
New
Type
This
Your
Loose
Life
Loose
Screws
Screwed
Tight
End
Me
You
Might
Not
What
You
Like
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3. |
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Marco Polo
Marco Polo
Polo Polo Poor low Polo
Fly like
Low low
Top like
So so
I got
Moon rock
Now I’m
No show
I might
Blow ghost
Han like
Solo
Star Wars
All fours
Sky walk
Pogo
High type
Slow roll
Live like
Gogo
KC
Maybe
I’m hot
Jojo
High chop
Dojo
not hot
Local
Extinct
Best thing
Get sleep
Dodo
Marco Polo
Marco Polo
Polo Polo Poor low Polo
Ask what the fuck I been in it for
When you come then we get to roll
Niggas’ll slide
Shit we got the pole
Mountain top but she rock that
Slope
I’m on fire
Like it’s Ohio
Yeah she ghost
But I bust on coat
Throat that cock
When the lights get low
Helicopter
When I cop that dro
Call up Cochran
Cuz I’ll clock that bloke
Buddies eyeing
When you find that glow
Summer time
But I’m hot like snow
I’m a guy but it’s sometimes no
Catch a vibe
Then I stop that flow
Anytime that you wander blind
Just know that Ill heal the
Mindless hoax
Back inside where
they don’t get close
Marco Polo
Marco Polo
Polo Polo Poor low Polo
You throw yo stick and yo stones
I turned them into a home
the fuck do you know
I show em my flesh and my bones
They all just pull out they phone
But we sing
Marco
Polo
Poor low
Poor soul
Swim in foes
Too slow
Smoke my woes
Throw bows
Yeah yeah
Have you ever seen a tear fall from these eyes
Have you ever seen a tear fall from these eyes
My fear will be my demise
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When you fuck on me
You don’t really fuck on me
Shawty I’m overseas
Brick like ten degrees
Sick like ten degrees
Dick like twenty feet deep
Hollup
Hollup
Whoa
I’m just trying to see
Are you fly like me?
Maybe I’m too high you
I’m too high to reach
Said she loves me too
Scam says likely
Hollup
Whoa
Hollup
Whoa
Why you fighting me?
Ain’t no
Ain’t no I’m type sure
Like a whore if you’re nice to me
Fuck it I like to sweep
Hollup
Whoa
I'm a munch
Captain crunch
Over brunch
In rolls to the lunch
With her rose
She a bud
Swallow whole in ds club
Left a load in her butt
Said she love when we fuck
I’m in love
Nigga what
In my stance and she ready to
Pop when we dance
On a spaceship to Venus got heat in
My pants
Told that asteroid beat it no scenics
It’s dark
In her heart I said beat it we needed
A spark
Heard the sun scream no reason
We beam in the car
Now the moon left for seasons
I hang from the ceiling
To the fight off these demons
And feel there’s a god
I 2 3 4
I declare war
You niggies study faking
Like I’m not the nicest
Go pick up your devices
You mid tones acting light skin
My blade is sharp like a katana
Shannon brought the mic in
You kids been pros at typing
Mavis beacon niggas
Lost at sea
Behold the triton
Mermaids suck like Oreck
Stainless steel
She chokes and like it
My third eyes been enlightened
Got my sense up
It’s spidey time
I’ll park and night when
You niggas die
Behold
Jehovah on a sober night
In
Fasho the hoes might like him
Supernovas colliding
Multiverse dividing
Shawty turned to fettucine
Black hole stretched the light bends
Yeah she hold that Vice
Grip
Baby jaws of lifed it
Ampersand
Went out to dam
I know she hope we might link
Washed my hands in her sink
Let it sink like ocean gate
Party search for that ring
Imma skate off that rink
Happy gone in a blink
Saw through a fog
Tossed in a log
Hop on crawl to the sea
Ain’t no room for all this talking
Walls hear all that you speak
Leave out my niggas face to face
I know your target is me
You niggas
Act like nature boys
So now I’m charging a fee
Air been trapped in all this weed
There’s no resolving with we
Give me my oxygen please
Asthmatics coughing to breathe
I take up space to lay to waste
On all Dishonorable speech
Sappy fucks
Deny the roots
But wanna walk like a tree
It’s a Dizaster
It’s a diss after
Like you not talking to me
I bring the DOOM this motherfucker
got got gas drawl for the weak
So you playing dirty
Knowing your ass will get beat
No larking go kart man
She parking with me
Her Badu is Erykah
So when she call I don’t speak
I just listen
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5. |
HOW TO PLAY HANGMAN
02:03
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In my coffin
It’s not often
That I’m seeing the light
By any means I’d rather
Breathe
Than tilt my dreams outta sight
I know your steez
You take and leave
While telling me you the type
To fucking squeeze
This lemon breeze
Got popourri smelling light
They yelling squeeze
And turned to me
Leave effigies outta sight
Just hit the leaf
Your girl with me
dim the lights
It’s not a dream we find a means the coffin scene sitting right
I’m blaming Jesus
Supreme allegiance
Your fucking legion should die
No reparations
Just more dangerous
It’s insane what they hide
But I ain’t blameless fucked an agent
Seen the matrix inside
Arranged as mazes
Ain’t no faking
When your aim has be arranged
As such could change but stays adjacent
To the foundation I lied
Awake as they
Picked in my brain
Your surgeon played in my mind
I’m not insane
I’m not insane
I’m just in sane
You should try
Some brutal honesty
Cuz honestly
You niggas snorting poppy seeds
Shit partially "I’m on to me"
Hit the fucking lottery
Like
The world is draining me might
Just burn my writtens indecision
Tip this ceiling and die
Might just spin your block nigga
-inaudible-
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6. |
EGO DEATH
02:11
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One time two times three times charm
Five times six times seven times armed
Eight nine ten found a heaven by a farm
In the wood by a cabin burning down no alarm
I’ve seen death in people living androids moving
Like a curtain
Call out certaincies
No urgency but surely there’s a burden
I feel anger in her jealousy the pregnancy inertia got her
Vertigo
Might murder more her daddy problems purposed in relation to a nigga stuck in methods for Survival
Never left it still I’m liable to
Kill off all my idols
I’m in God tapped frequency your preacher needs a Bible
Heard of lambs to flock a shepherd full of vanity entitled
Shawty treat me like I’m Cera but my titles more like Michael
Ain’t no angel but this Juno situation is a trifle
How you ask me for companionship then ghost me by a light pole in the Dark with not a flame on me for shit you on bridal
Fuck that nigga that came with
And the bitch you name disciple
I dont like you
Tell my ego's home it’s gone
settle down
Tell my ego's home it’s gone
settle down
Block all you niggas my peace is Silence
Yeah it’s simple my signal is psilocybin
On my sister I’ll shoot til my fingers tired
Tell my ego's home it’s gone
settle down
Been better now that you’re not around
Turn it up we gon shut it down
Combusken Niggas from the underground
Tell my ego's home it’s gone
settle down
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7. |
THIRD EYE CRUCIFIX
02:35
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Get up out my way hoe
Get up out my way
Barbershop closed
But you gon catch this fade
Clippers burning hot bitch
Need some after shave
You ain’t finna cop shit
Might as well behave
Curses on your god —-
Ain’t no one getting saved
Serving at my opps crib
Fucking in his shades
On his babe
No delay
Over save on 2K
I ain’t playing games
Slim
Ain’t Election Day
Simping on a white bitch
Said you weren’t slave
Do you got girl?
Nah
Last I checked she ain’t
Told her I need love
But she just need more space
Irony
On my old I’m a fuck her friend today
Yo
Hit up Eminem need a thicky and some faygo
Fuck your faith nigga
I ain’t into praising fate though
Niggas talking shit
On the net
Like it pay more
I just hit my bitch
in a text
Said she single
Okay
Sure as shit
Sure I shot
With the dick
In the lock
On the throne
He GOT got
I’m too lit
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
I’m too lit
Is that pot
Take a hit I might drop
Sink a ship
Shit I’m hot
Hot as shit
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8. |
LUCY IN THE SKY
02:08
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Get ‘em hot yo
Get ‘em hot yo
Get ‘em hot yo
I got you
This is the only day that I'm fucking happy
Stop
Drop
Throw that ass back for me ma
Hold on my card got you driving my car
If stay l fly bet we making it far
You can do
Do much better than them niggas in the mall
Give you the sun ain’t no turning it off
You love the moon so we stay in the dark
They giving you flowers
I got the arboretum
You’re not dreaming
I’ll hurt your feelings but won’t
Be the reason
You fighting for life
When you already bleeding
The love that we feeding
Got niggas defeated
We grab margaritas and leave
That bish cheesing
Ain’t playing no poultry
I’ll sauté and season it
Yeah she loves
Yeah she loves me when I'm on the rock
(Oh I don't understand)
Yeah she loves
Yeah she loves me when I'm on the rock
(She only love me when this shit gets crazy)
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Hollup -
Drop
In the middle of the roll up stop
Need all eyes on me
Tote two glocks
2Pac
Two pops two shots
Dude block
Getting hot
That’s peak
Son I cop
Slim might roll on top
Swear to god I beat
Call up roxx
Baby gon ride on cock
Then glide on them clouds to my meat
Swore I’m not violent but all of those nights niggas plotting to fuck on my shawty I see that you holding upon insecurity I promise on purity I’ll surely put you and your momma and brother and father in thirty foot coffins
I don't mean to dismember and separate orphans
Never been for the hate or extortion I’ll murder you fuckers won’t pay and the court will adjourn on the basis i caught you trespassing your ass wrote a check that your cousin can’t cash put on the on the god you serve on the bond to my word if I kill you it’s gon be the last
Blowing your brain your through neck so you can’t talk outside of it might as well not bring you back
Heart on my shoulder
Feds at the quarter
Lookin for martyr
Needing a quota
Said to Dewgatti I probably
Cobain off a 40
They Morty and bore me
Last evening this shawty
Pulled on me we sortie
Recording was courting
She pulled out pistol a shot through my morning
exactly at 4:44 I’m resorting to avoiding avoiding the void again
Now her friends joining in
I been on my shit
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Hollup
Swear that a nigga won’t show up
Fucked around once
Now I’m Sho Nuff
Saw me fucking bitches
Now she tore up
Hold up wait
We ain’t even dating
Take a load off
It’s too cold to be skating
Put your coat on
Had a shawty that was faking
Now I’m Frozon
It's a plan with no parent
Now we co own
Float on
Modest ain’t no mouse
you like Jerry on the scout
Every Tom dick and harry
Either scary or accounts
For a quarter of the shit
Got a nigga tapping out
Had me laying on the tracks
Like maybe Imma bounce
Put on it on the airplane
Take about a care thing
You always going late night
With the same nigga at the same time
Same name same race same shit same day
Same aim same thing bet it on the end game
Thats the shit that this about
Collect a bunch a niggas
Woo
You insecure as fuck
That my inward talking loud
Said that you can scream
Well I promise I can shout
Since I’m wasting time
We can toss the roses out
Taking off the
Papercuts bandages
Lazarus leprosy
Dead momma cancerous
Barely can stand this shit
Nigga steady running from the love like
Bitch I don't like you no more
Got me fuck up
Got me looking up the insta like
Bitch I don't like you no more
Wait
Got me running from the love like
Bitch I don't like you no more
I don't like you no more
I don't like you no more
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11. |
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Fuck all the interviews
Talking in intervals
Finna get at you niggas
I ain't playing no bitch
If you wanna come fuck with a nigga
Then fuck with your boy
Like your brother out sucking some dick
Shawty wanna play games
On the I claim that Mclaine had me dying so hard they
Gon think I’m that I’m lit
It’s the ss ss ss when I see these ssnakes
Disrespected
The tongue is eclectic
Your god ressurrected
We finna go in
Woo Ha Woo Ha
You ain't treat a nigga right
At the playoffs with the same broads
Taking baseballs on the low
Ride the dick like
Yeah that fits right
On the sink like
Sure I know
And we date right?
We can make my
Perfect ace sight to the hole
No
I don’t wanna see you no more
It’s the same fight
Stuck inside the same cycle
In a spin If it’s framed nice
Then we might roll
Feeling drained
But I can’t complain
Twenty five hoes
Twenty five shows
Twenty five
Niggas liable
That'll line you right though
Niggas always turn up when its
Chill on vibe so
I pull up quick
Pull up pull up quick
Pull up quick
(Woo Ha)
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13. |
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Bang
Racks on racks on racks on me
Got like 500 hundred and I put that on Dee
Send like 10 shots through the dark I mean
Krueger seen Freddy killing all of your dreams
Bish I lean
Huh?
Bitch I'm mean
Median mode out the range
Top and I drop
Bullets gon fly
Lead in your body
Your brain
Shawty an astronaut
Floating I’m Hasslehoff
Fucked on the casting call
Now she a Grammy award winner
Aye
Murdered her nigga I’m David
I heard he a rapper but I been the king of this shit
Swore on the Bible that she don’t serve idols
A heathen no typo she swinging my dick
I got the Midas aint no one out like us
Our difference in niceness
Is space in my ship
I don’t fear none of you niggas
Them bitches is narcissists
Narcan to end a addict
All you internet rappers are fake as all fuck
And I’m here corrupt on your disk
Hooligan drip
Know if you push imma T
And your momma got someone to miss
Flip and I Kick
Dip
Slide on your bitch
Look
at the flick of the wrist
Put on my letterman
Flyer that I ever been
Melanin
Popping and settling
She wanna come but the
Link up been tentative
End all my sentiments
Ghost I’m inanimate
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