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i don't like the look of it - pharmacy lyrics

[verse one: knarly]
listen here partner…
what the f-cks a trotta?
i got sk!lls that k!ll well they still call me the doctor
i spit rounds like mobsters
snacking on some lobsters
and rolling up some ganja greener than iguanas
i’m so gnar. my sonar is telling me you so not
great neck is home to lax, lacs, and nice spots, sn0bby tots, bagel locks, and this little nickel trott, who sucks duck c-cks in skinny jeans and tube socks…uh
you can call me poppavich
you can say i’m dropping sh-ts
stop this sh-t, no matter what the topic is
your mother is ugly, all you do is pop her zits
i’m broke as f-ck, still dope as drugs and i still be k!lling it…uh
coming back is what you should not do
cause i’ll attack yo -ss like my name was polamalu
i’m hotter than a fryer; writing nicer than a typer
even with some eagles you couldn’t climb any higher
everyone knows that trotta oughtta just retire
my swag ain’t never saggy, staying savvy, gulping xannies
cuz my -ss been to rome
yo -ss stay at home
rhyming while getting head, call that sh-t off the dome…uh!

[verse two:rx]
ok little n-gga
get the f-ck up out of here
you’re flat hot coors light
i’m motherf-ckin ever-clear
cool as me?
i think not
icy cold wrist watch
so many jewels on me
i make mr. freeze look hot
step up out my spot b-tch
great neck is mine
you talkin’ shabbat dinner
i’m talkin’ organized crime
drugs, guns, the basics
leaving n-ggas faceless
my rhymes like prime rib
your sh-t is just tasteless
sipping on that aces
chrome hearts up in my laces
just got a 6 speed
now i’m off to the races, b-tch
and i just walked off of a few cases
when i came back from champagne, they handed me a few cases
cause france is my sh-t
all my stamps is legit
you and your empty p-ssport can
“me sucer la bite”
posted up at the french laundry
thomas keller my n-gga
all my n-ggas is ornery
so don’t f-ck with my k!llas
cause i’m tight with the east, and the motherf-ckin west side
you can run far but you can never ever hide
you’s a beginner
i’m a seasoned sinner
you f-ck with me wrong
you might end up as dinner
get out the kitchen if you can’t take the heat
cause i am d-wade and you’re okc
if you try and retaliate, just press delete
me and my n-ggas on the court, you should stay in yo seat
get up and i’ll check you
come at me, i’ll let you
cause i already wrecked you
and i’ll make a bet that you
ain’t got a gun
i know you know how to run
i know you talk like a p-ssy, but i bet you ain’t got you none
my clips always full
and my gats always packed
the streets like a battlefield
and i’m on the attack
you don’t got any hoes
got dragon skin on my back
i walk around with two vests on
like n-gga i really need that
if i take it off i’m gamblin
yo sh-t, you just ramblin’ on
if you keep goin’
i’ll take you down like a led zeppelin
cause we take hits
our flows sick
you slow as h-ll
we lightning quick
you in the crowd
we are the show
yo b-tch a ho
she rep my clique

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