casper - arierr lyrics
winter time coming, time to run it up and hibernate. used to do the noodles, now it’s lobster tails on my plate. you not after pape, you chasing hoes; you not in the race. she ain’t throwing neck? i’m stabbing off like i’m running late
girl, i’m chasing pape; don’t give a f*ck about going on dates. oh, you a gorilla? gang ‘nem like to shoot at apes. run off with the bag, we id your ass like a license plate. i used to have some love up in my heart, but now it’s full of hate
push the pedal to the metal like a speed racer. if the convo ain’t ’bout the pape, i’ll see you later. i’m starting to think you failed every class ’cause you don’t touch paper. turn an opp block to q*zar how we play with lasers
most valuable player, got ’em calling me the mvp. i’m on a different level; boy, you know you cannot f*ck with me. you thought it died down? hit your block with an rpg. i ain’t finna box, but on the site i’m muhammad ali
i can’t trust a hoe, that’s probably why they h*lla hard to keep. i’m running to the bag, and i ain’t gon’ stop ’til i pop a knee. punches hit; if it’s online, then it’s probably free. you not stopping sh*t, not even the stop signs stopping me
when i’m up in neiman’s, b*tch, the clerk already know my name. i’m getting to it 25/8; i cannot miss a day. goose coat now for all the times they left me in the rain. boy, don’t get your lil’ ship sunk trying to ride this wave
i’m chasing after pape; you chasing hoes, we are not the same. up the chopstick and make you vanish like i’m david blaine. star player now; remember coach ain’t throw me in the game. firebomb his spot and leave that b*tch looking like ukraine
at eddie v’s, i put the steak in my macaroni. fighting with my demons with a palm angels shirt upon me. b*tch, you better have that super throat if you coming boney. dawg talking ’bout some pape, but we know that sh*t caparoni
just punched 6 iphones; okay, i’m activated. when it comes to pape, i can’t wait; i don’t got the patience. if i drop my pin, it’s going to say i’m at the bag location. told her ass we on a giffy run; this not a vacation
i’m up all night getting to it; i don’t need no rest. paid 500 for these shoes; you better watch your step. balling up your fist, the quickest way to catch an ems. fendi tee on me, walking around like i just failed a test
how you talking down? and you broke; you living ass*backwards. if i drop a bag on your head, i bet you getting captured. finna hit verizon for them phones; b*tch, i’m a jack grabber. you think i’m finna fight? up the stick, now you fighting casper
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