pucker factor - lil kydd lyrics
pucker factor by lil kydd
catching bodies like north face
straight from a&e i turn any mc to a cold case
flow like a defective bicycle. no breaks
and come out fresher than icicles and colgate
sitting outside of my porch with a stone face
and c∆veman is in the kitchen cooking up stone frames
smelling of lighter fluid sulfur and propane
the cupboards are stacked
not bad for a couple no names
i got a pocketful of swing and a pan
some olive oil
fine china and mic in a hand
you put a foot on the stage
you get canned
maybe now you learned your lesson. don’t do it again
i’m like a princ-p-l…
handing out reprimands
to anyone who ain’t a lil kydd fan
by all means you can turn the dial away from my program
but. your wifey gon’ be b-mping me like a slow jam
so come at me, broham
you’re all sausage and no spice like snooki with no tan
never seen me a stanza so bland
get him some velveeta
that’s cuisine for a broke man
skinny black cutoffs
call em my spike lees
turn a scary crowd to a pack of benign g’s
i dropped skewed lawjik and chai tea
you think i’m ever gonna stop? nah not even likely
y’all are a day late and ten cents shy
whoever told you we were pushovers is feeding you lies
trenchcoat looking shady and sly
lay my beats on a quarter and i pull out a five
so dispense of the nonsense or get fried
and hung over a stack of toilet paper to dry
two drips in the vape and i blow
graham crackers into the air
and watch it float in the sky
pull the back of your seat up
i be riding through the 312 with my feet up
with the b-ss of the beat up
while you sitting in your basement rolling your potpourri up
roach clip and a weed b-tt
see a young miss and her three friends wanna meet up
sip tea in the eve with a ps3
when you see me on the street better speed up
mardi gras in the booth. get your beads up
straight slugging
i spit sunflower seeds, bruh
if i’m so braggadocio then p-ss me
i glady made nasty to the game
and she be a fan of the lead up
i got beef, straight protein
eat up
it’s fresh out of the wok and i’m steady turning the heat up
merch on a stack of shonen jump and a two-seater
my authenticity can’t even be measured in meters
we talking yards on yards
worth of bars
you can keep all of you shoes and your car. we got ours
sol-muse and his montay carls
we got a sound so sick
test the beat for sars
don’t even worry man
don’t even trip
cause when a kydd trying to drop young do not lift
k!ll the game and resurrect it from out of the crypt
and greet all of the new listeners with a kiss
lil kydd
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