lirikcinta.com
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

dads might be dead idk - j.f. sawyer lyrics

Loading...

slowly, so therefore i rap

she was wet off the bat

this the overdosage of lyrical rap

came home sh*t is real manss still in the trap

here come a technical rap

make the fingers snap

i’m from the number one place on the map

i am the personification of rap

with this really awesome cuss rap

den i put that ho on the welcome mat

the door crack, mans

dont need consent to rap

if it’s right tonight, i might bite that
imma spit this angry rap

you, you, you have to pay for that

i was ten and it sounded like cr*p

puts up with mum and dads cr*p

but they ain’t for rat tat tat*tat tat

okay quit playing with thе scissors and sh*t, and cut the cr*p

and if you got it you gettin wet, mans bеt on that

the door crack, mans
ill just go back and deal with cr*p

cause i’m kinda doing this badass cr*p!

yeah see i let my mans hit that

well, i can handle that

and dont go hatin on this cr*p

better than the last stack of bull cr*p
i don’t know why i’m even on this track

nothing else matters, f*ck all that other cr*p

but that’s a sh*tty accent you should’ve figured that

some manss ain’t got no luck

slap her ass, like i slap a puck

i gave that b*tch a tiny little slap

so as soon as i hear y’al on some real pro black

lord knows that four door fit eight women

i, slap b*tchez and toke guns for fun

if i could just see ’em, i’d give those b*tches a slap

to getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

the big bad wolf to me you’re just a minor fox

now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
on they twitter writing novels, see

once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

see my team has h*lla cars, i got a couple knots

now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

udc where he met my mother

so i find a girl and slap her

ass fat, tap that put it on the ground

suckas is talking like i ain’t still around

therefore before i end this short, i’ll make tap like i’m randy couture

all the possessions you possess, and they can’t keep your spirit full

it’s weak*ful, i don’t preach! i tap keys to each beat!

my father’s dead, well i don’t know, we’ll never f*cking meet

drinking roc like its tap

she was wet off the bat

love the game though this is coming from a different place

i just tap b*tches, stack riches, slap and smack ’em, gaze in sp*ce

yak! mother f*cker, yak! pull the glock back, finger tap

roll it up and ensure that everything’s fat

cause you’re the worst best girlfriend i ever had

flat ass, true dat, a s*x addict wouldn’t tap dat

and they say i’m over heads cuz they don’t understand… that

yak! mother f*cker, yak! pull the glock back, finger tap

- j f sawyer lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular

Loading...