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 #

tycoon! - prettyboysage lyrics

[intro]
hey, where’s rolo?

[verse * prettyboysage]
my neck, wrist, cold like the winter time
she want it all in her mouth like invisalign
you can not run up on me when i’m with the guys
b*tch i can’t f*ck with you maybe a different time
keep a hundred on me like a centipede
i’ma log into hentai haven
and i’ma tell safari to remember me (why?)
’cause you know i’ma come back
got a b*tch who be rubbing my nut sack
choppa g*y, the way that it bust back
i can never leave a bit of evidence
i’ma k!ll a n*gga with a thumbtack
choppa rеverse in time, hе run back
n*gga talking, i’m grabbing the gun rack
got the swag, n*ggas can’t touch that
i’ma shoot a n*gga in his b*tt crack
i got the choppa, i got the spickle
creep down your block, i gotta tiptoe
run up on me, shoot you in your big toe
when you flush the toilet, where does the sh*t go?
into the sewer
smoking on gas, it smell like manure
watch the way i move and i manoeuvre
i keep a glock like a school shooter
but, i keep a knife too
more money than a roblox tycoon
make a n*gga spin just like a typhoon
had a good day, feel like ice cube
and i’m making music in my bathroom
n*gga shut the f*ck up, who asked you?
all of my clothes is black and grey
n*ggas think i’m looking like a raccoon
[verse * youngkyoto]
a raccoon?
uh, hot like a chilli pepper
and i’m hot on my feet like a chilli stepper
n*gga talk, he get popped by a lethal weapon
and i feel like i’m thug with that danny glover
no call of duty but i am a sniper
b*tch talking crazy ’til i’m finna pipe her
feel like i’m sasuke the fire like [?]
sharks in my money n*gga like a tiger
i just be going crazy no stopping
unloading the clip, finna put you in the [?] for the locket
prettyboysage and kyoto on the same beat?
yeah n*gga that’s gon’ be some f*cking heat
and she gobble the d*ck like a parakeet
and i ball on the court like i’m larry b
and he talk on the internet, you is not scaring me
got that lil’ n*gga missing like where is he?

[verse * ybemoee]
she listen to all of my music, come hear with me
we finna log a n*gga like [?]
i thought we was homeless, why the f*ck you shooting me?
want a bad b*tch, i ain’t talking no [?]
how many hoes, you got more, i got like seven
we [?] on his block, with the glock, mac*11
she was talking that sh*t now that boy up in heaven
and all these white people they want me arrested
d*mn what the f*ck n*gga?
pull up with that motherf*cking choppa and it bust n*gga
pull up to your crib and now my d*ck up in her guts n*gga
feel like mike tyson i don’t cut to fast n*gga
gimme the jihad, this sh*t gonna bust n*gga
prettyboy, kyoto, you know that we up n*gga
when he hit that [?], you better duck n*gga
’cause i call it lil’ twin he gon’ bust like a ba ba
when [?] pow pow
your n*gga [?] on the engine, they bow wow
pull out my d*ck, i told that b*tch to chow chow
your n*ggas quiet, ghost town
f*ck all this bullsh*t, i’m tryna get paper
i’m just tryna f*ck b*tch i really won’t date you
and when i get up talking bad, see you later
i get to the green like a mo’f*cking gator, uh

- prettyboysage lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular