Yo my town snow bullets
Rounds flow fluid
Clowns down to druids leak dark brown fluids
Shark blood units transfusions
Over Broadway, my shrine on the sign of the times
Weed Uruguay, the Padre
Couvousier my Dossier
Oxen blade stroke cut tethers
I'm not a slave
Rough weather? Whatever
I live Blue Dream clouds of rain
Quiet storm I was born with pitchers of pain
Edward Scissor hands, Slice songs no maschine
Words span the ocean Beretta palm
Spit ammo like a camel, the llama moans
Hose a broad down out on Cloverlawn
Bag of plantain clips - overlong
Souls roll along, dough for four clover songs
Moreover, I pour some for those that's gone
Haunted by your memory, skewer from now on
When I'm handed my jewels, screwin' my crown on
Long Live Bronze, purple gang townhome
Breakin down bone
Chrome tomahawk blade
Destro, drinkin' petro', high grade
Mega the immortal flyin through ya portal
Pallbearer the para-norm in rare form
Introduce the shark on the loose
Red juice everywhere
Lord's prayer beware
My lair overlord overlay
Airway dismay disarray diabolic demons
Destined destroy my drive
Provide the guillotine machine
Crush ya team's bloodstream
We them Wiseguys, never compromised
Fully franchised in the eyes of many
Sip the Henny swig of the crown
We burn em down
To Georgetown to whatever city
Wise committee
Purple OG the size of palm trees
Michigan Megalodon
Missile mission tactician
Demolition exhibition transition
Vocab, first place to fire that Mag
Keep twisted
Peace none of my heat listed
Rhyme wizard, evil eyes, lines wicked
Times tickin on you big puss, get double fisted
Foot work, kick a verse and make the hook hurt
Kush is good dirt, my era was gab terror
Snatch you, run you in lands sands Sahara
In the pit like the battle zone fiend
Pimpin a theme respect king, keep it simple and clean
Too much of anything make you shit in yo jeans
Jit style biscoin the scene
Crack caps off, celebrate
Heavy like pound cake
Escape make it back runnin' nights
Yo, Liam Neeson, bobbin weaving corners
Enormous amounts of weed on us, Case of coronas
Few g's on us
Lab Rats (feat. Bronze Nazareth & Illah Dayz) Video (MV)
Performed By: June Mega X Roll Blunt
Length: 2:53
Written by: ANTHONY BROCK, GEORGE SPENCER WOODS, JOHNNIE LAPUNCH E MAYE, JUSTIN DANTE CROSS
June Mega X Roll Blunt - Lab Rats (feat. Bronze Nazareth & Illah Dayz) Lyrics
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Yo my town snow bullets
Rounds flow fluid
Clowns down to druids leak dark brown fluids
Shark blood units transfusions
Over Broadway, my shrine on the sign of the times
Weed Uruguay, the Padre
Couvousier my Dossier
Oxen blade stroke cut tethers
I'm not a slave
Rough weather? Whatever
I live Blue Dream clouds of rain
Quiet storm I was born with pitchers of pain
Edward Scissor hands, Slice songs no maschine
Words span the ocean Beretta palm
Spit ammo like a camel, the llama moans
Hose a broad down out on Cloverlawn
Bag of plantain clips - overlong
Souls roll along, dough for four clover songs
Moreover, I pour some for those that's gone
Haunted by your memory, skewer from now on
When I'm handed my jewels, screwin' my crown on
Long Live Bronze, purple gang townhome
Breakin down bone
Chrome tomahawk blade
Destro, drinkin' petro', high grade
Mega the immortal flyin through ya portal
Pallbearer the para-norm in rare form
Introduce the shark on the loose
Red juice everywhere
Lord's prayer beware
My lair overlord overlay
Airway dismay disarray diabolic demons
Destined destroy my drive
Provide the guillotine machine
Crush ya team's bloodstream
We them Wiseguys, never compromised
Fully franchised in the eyes of many
Sip the Henny swig of the crown
We burn em down
To Georgetown to whatever city
Wise committee
Purple OG the size of palm trees
Michigan Megalodon
Missile mission tactician
Demolition exhibition transition
Vocab, first place to fire that Mag
Keep twisted
Peace none of my heat listed
Rhyme wizard, evil eyes, lines wicked
Times tickin on you big puss, get double fisted
Foot work, kick a verse and make the hook hurt
Kush is good dirt, my era was gab terror
Snatch you, run you in lands sands Sahara
In the pit like the battle zone fiend
Pimpin a theme respect king, keep it simple and clean
Too much of anything make you shit in yo jeans
Jit style biscoin the scene
Crack caps off, celebrate
Heavy like pound cake
Escape make it back runnin' nights
Yo, Liam Neeson, bobbin weaving corners
Enormous amounts of weed on us, Case of coronas
Few g's on us
Rounds flow fluid
Clowns down to druids leak dark brown fluids
Shark blood units transfusions
Over Broadway, my shrine on the sign of the times
Weed Uruguay, the Padre
Couvousier my Dossier
Oxen blade stroke cut tethers
I'm not a slave
Rough weather? Whatever
I live Blue Dream clouds of rain
Quiet storm I was born with pitchers of pain
Edward Scissor hands, Slice songs no maschine
Words span the ocean Beretta palm
Spit ammo like a camel, the llama moans
Hose a broad down out on Cloverlawn
Bag of plantain clips - overlong
Souls roll along, dough for four clover songs
Moreover, I pour some for those that's gone
Haunted by your memory, skewer from now on
When I'm handed my jewels, screwin' my crown on
Long Live Bronze, purple gang townhome
Breakin down bone
Chrome tomahawk blade
Destro, drinkin' petro', high grade
Mega the immortal flyin through ya portal
Pallbearer the para-norm in rare form
Introduce the shark on the loose
Red juice everywhere
Lord's prayer beware
My lair overlord overlay
Airway dismay disarray diabolic demons
Destined destroy my drive
Provide the guillotine machine
Crush ya team's bloodstream
We them Wiseguys, never compromised
Fully franchised in the eyes of many
Sip the Henny swig of the crown
We burn em down
To Georgetown to whatever city
Wise committee
Purple OG the size of palm trees
Michigan Megalodon
Missile mission tactician
Demolition exhibition transition
Vocab, first place to fire that Mag
Keep twisted
Peace none of my heat listed
Rhyme wizard, evil eyes, lines wicked
Times tickin on you big puss, get double fisted
Foot work, kick a verse and make the hook hurt
Kush is good dirt, my era was gab terror
Snatch you, run you in lands sands Sahara
In the pit like the battle zone fiend
Pimpin a theme respect king, keep it simple and clean
Too much of anything make you shit in yo jeans
Jit style biscoin the scene
Crack caps off, celebrate
Heavy like pound cake
Escape make it back runnin' nights
Yo, Liam Neeson, bobbin weaving corners
Enormous amounts of weed on us, Case of coronas
Few g's on us
Writer: ANTHONY BROCK, GEORGE SPENCER WOODS, JOHNNIE LAPUNCH E MAYE, JUSTIN DANTE CROSS
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave