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purple mink suit rap. (feat wes & dirty) - average rap band lyrics

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wes

i reach heights like satellites sp-ced like pluto, still pushin weight like a j-panese sumo
honda accord euro,transport the pseudo,we everywhere outchea,f-ck where ya crew go,we número uno,if you ask me,top mc’s in nz,arb,and i’m w to the es from bds,designing fly rhymes is the easiest,my cl1ck too live two guns up in the sky storm the beehive put a bullet between john ke ys eyes,trust me,most of u rap cats disgust me,while ya girls drink coffee and discuss me,i’m in the kitchen mixin ,so i proceed to sippin,nibbling karage chicken listening to it was written,gotta fresh nas fade cut yesterday,parked side ways in the liquor store driveway,n0body can dictate,what i embrace,so get ya sh-t straight d-ck face,suede wallabee creams and carharrtt jeans riding round in europeans legendary human beings,and we always gonna be them rebels,over turn every stone and pebble,till i reach a higher level,but till i’m old and grey or in a grave my heart it remain in central in all day ayyye

scotch

synth smooth. move like a pimp move
purple mink suit rap. groove like a prince tune
simple spit bout sh-t that i’m in to
influenced by bullsh-t that i bin through

simple dude who’s interests include
.ancient hindu. poetry and pingu
sipping brew, picking shrooms, chicken vindaloo
anything on ninja tune and whatever you’re not in to

i’m what the handicap kid did in the pool
i’m the sh-t. tell the princ-p-l. invincible
when i’m in the mood. on the gin juice. like snoop
in the booth spitting like i’m out the limo roof

living proof. there’s no god. a grown broke -ss
with no dosh. washed. watching ghost dog
home alone, in the zone, with my phone off
and my headphones on, stoned like the stones was

i’m funkier than a mosquito tweet. mm
funkier than philipino feet
i’m. incognito you could never nemo me
i keep low key. you need me. then bebo me

lyrically you got ain’t nothing on me homie
you ain’t gangster bruv. you an emoji
smiley face maf-cka drinking pinot gris
and your chick look like cee lo green

dirty

plus i heard she keen on e
shawty up for days let her sleep on me
so what you on about bucks you get zero g
i see no e-vil but i be so seen

dirty potty mouth sgood baby glc
friends sayin he al g well brb
ma get d all free
eat amanda out thats mandrin for ni hao mi (yummy)

yeah gotta say peace to the alba tros
use to break z’s down to g’s just to count em off
use to take cheese. now i say cheese
and if she snap me in the spot she get the graming on

get the hammer in the box wit no gram involved
p-ssy pandemonium me an santa hoes
gimmie 3 n see em antidote
later on about the d-ck game and the smoke

rick james addict nose
not sustain status quo
i’m tryna 5th base thata hoe
quick break tap n go

the tip had to double jimi wrap for collateral
ya b-tch mad cuzz i’m cozy rocking all her favrite animals
she get the family jewels not the valuables
dinner plate the p-ssy with the cutlery
front slum dunk the dunkaroo in her dungarees

tui
no time for f-ckery keep it b-ttery
b-tter me a loaf of bread with a cup of tea
fob styles f-ck your bubbles and your b-gg-ry
brotherly bond no skull duggery

f-ck police dogs and they pig owners
louie vuiton and the rich shoulder that sh-t sits over
dont need a b-tch pull my chick closer
dance to disco at home sniff coca and disrobe her

under the strobe while the band play
gimmie the cash f-ck a handshake
i ain’t the champ but your man ain’t
he get pancaked from the jab straight ain’t no jam crepe

okay pull the hand break up need to chill the f-ck out before that band break up
still sipping liqour till i can’t stand straight up
the bouncer in the club like aye, tell your man wake up

back to it cadillac music
act stupid yak cheap congac to it
bar hard enouge to tattoo it
bamboozled in a black buwick with a fat doobie

and i ain’t p-ssing jack to you bruv im cam newton
bang the beat black and blue like a cuban on a conga
put hands on your man like honda
your b-tch look like madonna

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