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porcelain - y2 lyrics

sucks for you cuz i’m still on ya neck this not a hickie b*tch
don’t hit me with that iffy just start l!cking me like envelope
still don’t write a thang but know my pensacola like f*l*o
with this ice in my veins i’m trippy hendrix minus over dose
don’t need presence felt my presence missed shaquille at free throw line
don’t be po*lite
cross me like deebo’s eyes
you gon need p*o*lice
paper stay on me like muslims in bow ties
i won’t covert
drip on me like i got b*ap*tised
r.i.p le*ft eye
don’t go chasing waterfalls less we wear ice
don’t need red light
district this that d*ck i bet yo bm like
in dm
i am dog like dmx but i don’t need no bike
one reason why got key to drive
jump out that jet
fo*r*t nite
we occupied
jumping out deep
vince carter 15
get a ticket before i tip a b*tch and vallet park it everyday
i don’t burn crosses and wear white sheets but out that jeep you gon see k k ks everywhere
snitches get stitches he a porkskin
birds we on to ostrich
drop it off like orphanage
porsche for the dogs pushing 4 cyclinders
got the white b*tch wit us she like sniffing off the porcelain
don’t explain what cordial is
we been as wild as george clint
floor plans more advanced it’s still look like a war land
closest ring a hoe will ever get to that olympic torch
cuz loyalty ain’t enforced she only good for trapping tricks , extortion
think guitar
no strings attached the difference is distortion
sorest loser
bullet wounds and scars is how we get rewarded
ask me if i’m saint
that’s a n.o
we ain’t from new orleans
kiss ya baby
pour a 40
for ya whodie
this’ll all be over in the e.r
i’m wit hosea in the d.r
cuz i ain’t vote republican do*min*i*can
have a b*tch in lap like democrat guess we got fans
i ain’t bring sand to beach ironically her name roxanne
raise the bar for nipsey ball and blue that sh*t like i got slauson wit me
most my n*ggas red do lobster dinners i know monsters living
not the kind in closet
star of david
pray then rob you n*ggas
in that jean like van dame
i’ll be d*mned
before you cross me you better inside with lots of christians
silent lamb
noisey lil b*tch putting all the d*ck in
make em take a plan b before i touch the wheel and drop these b*tches
keep ya toungue still i ain’t taking care of all these children

- y2 lyrics

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