Left for dead
Brushed off
To the side
Cut off
Off the top
Often not
Loved until
I was gone
Rapping at
The Barbershop
Still young
Probably not
But I'm spitting
Like I'm young
Before his B dropped
Lil boy
I don't like to talk a lot
Tough puppies all bark
Til you catch em
In the parking lot
I'm in the klan
How I drive niggas out
Out of town
Iron in my right
Like I'm Rickie Fowl
Chippi style
I'm trippin out
But
I put the weed down
I got needs
Ya girl a weedwacker
For a mouth
And I don't shave
That's something men don't do
Yo girl see men
And start to think about food
Ew
But hey I'm no judger
I'm just a self prescribed drugger
One sorry mothaf*cker
I'm tucker foley
Solely cause of my skin tone
I need Samantha Manson
To touch her toes
It's for exercise
I really mean it
You know how many calories
You burn when
Beating some cheeks in
I mean this vixen
I'm freakin a vegan
I think it's pretty
Appealing
She bending her knees
And now her ovaries spilling
I'm killing and drilling her like
To the side like
Legs up like
Flip her over like
You know it's something
When I'm talking bout nothing
I never talk about nothing
You gotta listen to something
I'm not saying nothing
You gotta understand something
This picture I'm painting
Of her panting
Is pretty vivid
My bad
Let's think of the children
We not having us any
I wrap it
Like Iraqian women
Oops I mean
Iranian women
I really mean
I be raining on women
Yikes
This golden rope on my
Screams irony
The irony in
A silver strip
Dipped in gold
Is faker
Than the lack
Of iron in me
I need to
Hire a team
To intercept
And receive
All the hate
That I'm getting
It takes
A lot of me
I'm really better than fools
Covered in jewels
Feeding the Jews
I put my work on this wax
I be feeding the blues
Don't write yo work on that wax
Y'all just be feeding the snooze
Yo homies they just yap
They be feeding the blues
Perfection is automatic
My wrist be on cruise
Pick up my pen
And break your hand
Dangerous vernacular
It's like I'm feeding the blues
I'm a pro with my with speech
I just be feeding the tools
You a bum at the beach
I got Italian women
Eyeing me up
Fingers and thumb
Pressed together
Like they saying capiche
I'm like Dilla to music
Jehovah to earth
Kendrick to punch
Lyrical gymnastics amusing
A bastard abusing
The right to remain vocal
Miranda should use it
Im a tarantula
That gave a camera
To Patrick Stewart
I say what I want
I don't care if it's stupid
That's why I'm Vetter at music
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Left for dead
Brushed off
To the side
Cut off
Off the top
Often not
Loved until
I was gone
Rapping at
The Barbershop
Still young
Probably not
But I'm spitting
Like I'm young
Before his B dropped
Lil boy
I don't like to talk a lot
Tough puppies all bark
Til you catch em
In the parking lot
I'm in the klan
How I drive niggas out
Out of town
Iron in my right
Like I'm Rickie Fowl
Chippi style
I'm trippin out
But
I put the weed down
I got needs
Ya girl a weedwacker
For a mouth
And I don't shave
That's something men don't do
Yo girl see men
And start to think about food
Ew
But hey I'm no judger
I'm just a self prescribed drugger
One sorry mothaf*cker
I'm tucker foley
Solely cause of my skin tone
I need Samantha Manson
To touch her toes
It's for exercise
I really mean it
You know how many calories
You burn when
Beating some cheeks in
I mean this vixen
I'm freakin a vegan
I think it's pretty
Appealing
She bending her knees
And now her ovaries spilling
I'm killing and drilling her like
To the side like
Legs up like
Flip her over like
You know it's something
When I'm talking bout nothing
I never talk about nothing
You gotta listen to something
I'm not saying nothing
You gotta understand something
This picture I'm painting
Of her panting
Is pretty vivid
My bad
Let's think of the children
We not having us any
I wrap it
Like Iraqian women
Oops I mean
Iranian women
I really mean
I be raining on women
Yikes
This golden rope on my
Screams irony
The irony in
A silver strip
Dipped in gold
Is faker
Than the lack
Of iron in me
I need to
Hire a team
To intercept
And receive
All the hate
That I'm getting
It takes
A lot of me
I'm really better than fools
Covered in jewels
Feeding the Jews
I put my work on this wax
I be feeding the blues
Don't write yo work on that wax
Y'all just be feeding the snooze
Yo homies they just yap
They be feeding the blues
Perfection is automatic
My wrist be on cruise
Pick up my pen
And break your hand
Dangerous vernacular
It's like I'm feeding the blues
I'm a pro with my with speech
I just be feeding the tools
You a bum at the beach
I got Italian women
Eyeing me up
Fingers and thumb
Pressed together
Like they saying capiche
I'm like Dilla to music
Jehovah to earth
Kendrick to punch
Lyrical gymnastics amusing
A bastard abusing
The right to remain vocal
Miranda should use it
Im a tarantula
That gave a camera
To Patrick Stewart
I say what I want
I don't care if it's stupid
That's why I'm Vetter at music
Brushed off
To the side
Cut off
Off the top
Often not
Loved until
I was gone
Rapping at
The Barbershop
Still young
Probably not
But I'm spitting
Like I'm young
Before his B dropped
Lil boy
I don't like to talk a lot
Tough puppies all bark
Til you catch em
In the parking lot
I'm in the klan
How I drive niggas out
Out of town
Iron in my right
Like I'm Rickie Fowl
Chippi style
I'm trippin out
But
I put the weed down
I got needs
Ya girl a weedwacker
For a mouth
And I don't shave
That's something men don't do
Yo girl see men
And start to think about food
Ew
But hey I'm no judger
I'm just a self prescribed drugger
One sorry mothaf*cker
I'm tucker foley
Solely cause of my skin tone
I need Samantha Manson
To touch her toes
It's for exercise
I really mean it
You know how many calories
You burn when
Beating some cheeks in
I mean this vixen
I'm freakin a vegan
I think it's pretty
Appealing
She bending her knees
And now her ovaries spilling
I'm killing and drilling her like
To the side like
Legs up like
Flip her over like
You know it's something
When I'm talking bout nothing
I never talk about nothing
You gotta listen to something
I'm not saying nothing
You gotta understand something
This picture I'm painting
Of her panting
Is pretty vivid
My bad
Let's think of the children
We not having us any
I wrap it
Like Iraqian women
Oops I mean
Iranian women
I really mean
I be raining on women
Yikes
This golden rope on my
Screams irony
The irony in
A silver strip
Dipped in gold
Is faker
Than the lack
Of iron in me
I need to
Hire a team
To intercept
And receive
All the hate
That I'm getting
It takes
A lot of me
I'm really better than fools
Covered in jewels
Feeding the Jews
I put my work on this wax
I be feeding the blues
Don't write yo work on that wax
Y'all just be feeding the snooze
Yo homies they just yap
They be feeding the blues
Perfection is automatic
My wrist be on cruise
Pick up my pen
And break your hand
Dangerous vernacular
It's like I'm feeding the blues
I'm a pro with my with speech
I just be feeding the tools
You a bum at the beach
I got Italian women
Eyeing me up
Fingers and thumb
Pressed together
Like they saying capiche
I'm like Dilla to music
Jehovah to earth
Kendrick to punch
Lyrical gymnastics amusing
A bastard abusing
The right to remain vocal
Miranda should use it
Im a tarantula
That gave a camera
To Patrick Stewart
I say what I want
I don't care if it's stupid
That's why I'm Vetter at music
Writer: Eric Barnett II
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid