#hutchandstarsky - so-low lyrics
i been fed up, up to my d*ck with stress bruh
gotta get spotify monthly past 100 listeners
many punks annoy me, suckahs be lacking
i might be crusin’ for a bruising’, but they askin’ for a baskin
thirty*one flavors and king k!lla robbin
running with the bat, man like my hometown was gotham
clown prince not of crime, what? but of harlem
that’s a meadowlark lemon bar and so*low globetrotting
b*tch get back*pack yo sh*t up when so*low snaps
i see red like slurpees or dyslexic moses where my staff at
k!lla got the ax, lizzie borden why you holding back
forty wacks? i’m not stoppin’ till the ax is flat
this a beat breakdown time for me to wet my feet now
peep now who the illest in the streets now
i look around, crowd lookin’ concerned
it’s you! who me? nah i’m just a worm
in the labyrinth, invite me inside to see the misses
check the vibe my eyes your b*tches give me kisses
step to the king* k!lla is dishin’ out disses
double clutch in the whip so*low shifting the distances
ooo sweep these b*tches with the broom
i’m the main event super with the heavy monsoon
evil dead* check how my stick go boom
back back b on these goofies scorpion harpoon
on*screen no controller don’t try to play me
i keep it wavy like the navy your sealegs are shaky
your points are pointless, my point are buoyant
pointed to dismantle your employment for my enjoyment
uppercut in the gut give a f*ck bout a buck i got cream in the truck
nut in a sl*t slap the f*ck out her b*tt slide on her like hutch
uppercut in the gut give a f*ck bout a buck i got cream in the truck
nut in a sl*t slap the f*ck out her b*tt slide on her like hutch
or was that starsky
pardon me which one of yall got a degree
i’m trying to bag me a bitty with tattoos n titties
with a pretty kitty that’s friendly but not that friendly
barsprayin* got the sk!llet touch it feel it burner is
filletin* knife work nice work so*low is
slayin* freddy kruger got my glove you keep the ruger
cut you in your dreams just like i was djing
die for real, if you think so*low got no sk!ll
did a deal with death each k!ll i get a bill
see me one*on*one and get boxed up
thrown in a trunk and get trunk crushed
brown paper bag you b*tches for lunch snack pack and such
yo so*low the beat dropped* i don’t give a f*ck
i’m callin’ out anyone callin’ me out
get your bars up b*tch, and get my d*ck out your mouth
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