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mortal - j cole, tyler the creator, lil dicky lyrics

[verse 1 : j cole]
f*ck it, aye
do or die, new arrival
holla at my n*ggas
you survive you’s alive, yo
now either you follow me and ride, or you’s a rival
the difference between you and i is you a model, you posing
but who am i though?
the mulatto out for that lotto
money coming soon, the newest model
your crew is hollow
the type of n*ggas gobble d*ck, chew and swallow
your girl told me shoot in her face, she suicidal
oh shucks, you n*ggas is closed, you fold up
i’m from the ville, n*ggas get k!lled over four bucks
thank god we made it, my n*ggas, we grown up
now we crazy over that bread, call us the “dough*nuts” uh
more sl*ts once the money blows up
but them hoes stop if the dough drops
i won’t stop though, a chip off the ole’ block
i’m from a city where n*ggas hold blocks
leave you looking like old socks, d*mn
cops patrol blocks, spotting on us
the boys is rotten, i know they want us
probably arrest a n*gga, get a bonus
you k!ll a n*gga, get promoted
sh*t is crazy, girls getting babies before they get diplomas
so much i just go nuts
n*ggas telling me
[verse 2: lil d*cky]
i’m too nice
like a lil youngin that fell in love with a boo twice
as in double as f*ckable as he was
and dude tries to be subtle and get her cuddling
venting her troubles and getting her truffles
and ending up befuddled when she don’t f*ck him
and someone tell him, “listen, you buggin’
she never f*cking a pedestrian muggle like you
so why all the trouble?”, but he reb*ttal with
“i think i just love her so i would shudder at the thought of being anything other than nice”
heat bang like i caught a body
it wasn’t even deep dang, sh*t it’s all a hobby
it’s two bad b*tches sleeping on me, threesome
cause everybody want to help but he don’t need none
i’m all time like the wall at the bank
you no shot like you drawing a blank
honestly you probably couldn’t hang man
i been drawing it blank
giving you lines while you sitting there and drawing a blank
so go on and rank
chillin’ like it’s dough in the bank
flowing danker than a grower in napa
growing the stankest cannabis
go on, rapping poet, smacking the hoe*st rappers
who showing the total package
like my flaccid is growing fat as samoan cracker
rapper, i’m about to keep going
yeah the rapping’s a wrap
i know you rappers napping don’t know it
this a dagger, the pitter patter tapping on the window
is a real accurate metaphor of what you have in the store
and i be snapping
the splashing on the pane be your rain
falling quicker than aladdin for his dame
oh you better than me?
i’m not one for f*ck sh*t
[verse 3 : tyler the creator]
bad ass b*tch
big ass titties man
got f*cking aks the size of a f*cking mini van
(wooo)
listen
ya’ll n*ggas got problems then ya’ll do it
so much f*cking money in my pocket
i f*cking walk stoooopidd
hold up
bad b*tch look good in some nice pants
bet my b*tch look good in some nice pants
n*ggas see me they be “sh*t got d*mn , ak*47 tucked in that n*gga nice pants!!”
hold on
ya’ll got a little n*gga started on some g*sh*t
“who that n*gga that looked swagged out?”
thats me b*tch !
don’t play with a n*gga money or it’s f*cking family
i got goon n*ggas named jonathan and one named tammy
ya’ll n*ggas got a f*cking problem say it to my f*cking face
got lil’ n*ggas that’ll sock you in the f*cking face
and if you think that they won’t sock you in your f*cking face
aye you a bi*ahhhhh !! pop you right in your f*cking face

- j cole tyler the creator lil dicky lyrics

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