letra de criscoe - dillybob
[verse 1]
the sun is coming up f-ck seasonal depression
right now it’s 2020 and we’re in a recession
so all i can do and have done is count my blessings
drizzle oil on the blunt just like dressing
wish i could say that there’s peoplei’m impressing
so i just try to leave a good impression
she’s loving the compression from my erection
fondling my jewels like checking early detection
kinda glad i spent over half my life reflecting
most of you are stuck behind while i’m passing through sections
quick correction
my words have more firepower than a glock or a wesson
wake up everyday and i’m ready for the testing
always and only one thing i wanna be stretching
because obviously i haven’t learned my lesson
always crashing like a ran an intersection
[bridge 1]
intersection, intersection
motherf-cker crashed, like i ran an intersection
intersection, intersection
motherf-cker crashed, like i ran an intersection
intersection, quick correction
glock, motherf-ckin’ smith and wesson
quick correction, intersection
crash, and crash, and crash, crash, and crash, crash
[verse 2]
flow so nasty like it got an infection
swear on my life never catch me flexing
unless these lazy couch potatoes aren’t stressing
but they can’t be concerned when all they do is watch netflix
spending hours and hours just tryna get their d-cks wet
i’d rather be working than collect unemployment
i don’t know about about you, but i don’t see no enjoyment
wanna have so much cash, until i can’t even hold it
cause my mind works differently, there is always another way to mold it
think outside of the box, it was the opposite end i opened
a, b, c, d, e, f, g
i might have slipped my self some lsd
you’re not a dope dealer
or a pimp player
you only get that one chance, don’t ask if i’ll be around later
shred your ass up, i put it through a cheese grater
can’t disperse no f-cks for a p-ssy boy hater
[bridge 2]
p-ssy hater, p-ssy hater
got no f-cks for a f-cking p-ssy hater
dump your body, we won’t see your ass later
got no f-cks for a p-ssy hater
p-ssy hater, motherf-ckin’ p-ssy hater
got no f-cks for a f-ckin’ p-ssy hater
f-ck your ass, we won’t see your ass later
f-ck a motherf-ckin’ f-ckin’ p-ssy hater
[verse 3]
if i’m writing pages while i’m raging
i throw heat up in the kitchen, you’d swear i was cajun
not lil d-cky but my p-ck-r is small
not lamar oden but i swear i can ball
not balling now but my stacks will be tall
the bigger they are
the harder they fall
back to square one
now they gotta crawl
choke on my d-ck, n-ts-ck and all
spitters are for quitters, mr squidward
could be any psychedelic in my elixir
if she needs work, i won’t fix her
cause i’m sl!ck tho
pull the pin tho
she a bimbo
my d-ck fat like crisco
do it back and forth, repetitively like disco
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