BB
• Written by TWOKAY
TWOKAY's Notes
** mark chorus or background vocals
*Sticky keys-- seeing in fast forward--
no DVR*
*fuck you gonna do?!*
*fuck you think you are?!*
Zuck perked up on you
I meant every bar.
Cat calling-- my ass seeing stars.
Hob goblin, my pedigree raw!
White rappers-- Im takings your jobs!
Im sending these songs, woah!
*You hate to be wrong.*
*The melody's strong*
*Let's talk it out--
I see you ducking your head
I see the crane in your neck
know what it's all about.*
I'm 23-- father figures mean shit to me
Dalai Lama-- No little John--No Mr. T.
Moma hit the bar like John Denver.
Causa her, imma big spender,
throat icy like H.D Thoreau
flow spicy-- it's all that I know
i'm bout to explode-- woah!
Ask me for you text my sister
Really, we past sending her pictures.
Buy a gat and pack her bags with it.
Did I say I was a big spender?
Not really, besides for these seeds and clear liquor
A simple Smith & Wesson, an easy weapon to proqure
Just ask Molly; she'll ask Dolly's
man who runs coke.
Sober Stan's a huge fan-- came back with a quote
fast cause your tactics are dope.
"225, I left some spare hives
and the blower in the coat."
Back out like two sinners
Back out like a freethinker
Fortune teller-- basement dweller
Home in time for dinner.
*I'm stuck!*
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TWOKAY
Member since June 1 2022